Text: Can you play a mourner at a funeral? Full days pay for six hours work, starting at 10am. I was there like a shot - a huge church in the middle of West London. No food or coffee laid on here except for water and crisps although, to be fair, we had been warned to bring a packed lunch. There were a couple of agencies working on this one so it was very busy. I soon discovered that there were one or two faces I recognised - Jon, Graeme, Derek and Steve and as always, its lovely to see a friendly face or two. This was to be a really tedious shoot as most of it revolved around moving from place to place so that when edited, it would look as if the church was full. The saving grace to the day was the beautiful choir that sung their hearts out although if I'm honest by the time I had heard the same song over and over again a rather large headache began to manifest itself...
Thankfully we had an early finish so I went home, took off the black coat, black suit, black shoes, jumped in to something more colourful, jumped on to the sofa and thought
"Funny going to a funeral when you have no idea of who died!"
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