Soul Searcher: July 28th 2004

Had a meeting on Monday with a girl from Shrewsbury about making the set pieces for the miniatures. I’ve already scared off one person with the sheer size of the thing (I’ll leave you to make up your own punchline to that one) and another person dropped out due to paying work. Here’s hoping this will be third time lucky. The next step is to find a location – perhaps the infamous garden of Chris Jenkins – and then a licensed pyrotechnician to blow the damn thing up. As George Clooney said in the South Park movie: “It. Never. Gets. Any. Easier.”

We haven’t done any sound work lately because Chris M, the Boom-swinging Buddha of Suburbia, has had back trouble. With Soul Searcher being so quiet at the moment, I’ve taken the opportunity to travel back in time to the days of summer afternoons spent in the Courtyard with James, a pen and a folder. Yes, the dubiously-titled Nightland: The Dark Side of the Earth is almost something resembling a treatment now. God have mercy on my soul.

Soul Searcher: July 28th 2004