Crime drama

Phone call: Can you go for a costume fitting?
Yes, I'm available.
Phone call: It's now been cancelled.
Oh well, never mind.
Phone call: You've been booked.
Without a costume fitting? Suits me.

Off I went to film a crime tv series. It was to be set in Brixton although the holding area was about a mile away. I found the place, walked in, had my name checked on the list and then:
"You've been cancelled. You're not supposed to be here."
I looked at my phone messages - nothing. Checked the voice mail - nothing. Email - nothing.
I phoned the agent.
"Why do these people think I'm cancelled for today?"
"Because they cancelled you late last night. I'm trying to get a cancellation fee for you...Hang on, where are you?"
"I didn't receive any text or email so am here waiting to go into costume but obviously theres confusion as to whether I should be here or not..."
At that moment I was ushered into costume with mutterings of people not turning up.
"Who hasn't turned up? " (Agent)
"I don't know but it's a good thing that I'm here then.."
For whatever reason, a couple of people hadn't turned up so luckily my day was not about to be wasted after all. I was quickly dressed into 1980s fashion and hair dressed accordingly.
Off to the minibus to travel to Brixton Market. This is a wonderful place full of food that I have never seen before and quite frankly not sure I would like to try some of it either!!

Walking up and down the market made it really easy to forget what you were there for in the first place because everybody on the stalls and in the shops were so  friendly. I would have liked to stay for longer to find out about the food, how it should be cooked and eaten but time was against us.

Next it was back for a bite to eat then into 1990s costume. Now if you think about it, 1980s fashion was bad enough but 1990s? Can anyone remember what people were wearing in that era? Nope, most people remember it as pretty dull and boring which is exactly how I was dressed...and as for the hair...

The next location were some back streets where there were some old clapped out cars waiting to be driven. Actually, they were usually pushed because they kept giving up!  The job was simple enough - walk up and down, light a cigerette  and notice what was going on around me. I'm a non smoker so that took a bit of getting used to. The cigerettes are never real tobacco but are the herbal ones.  Smoke  enough of them and they give you the worst headache ever!!
After a very long 12 hours the job was done, filming was wrapped for the day leaving us to find our way to the nearest station....now, what direction  was that again? !!