“It could mean that that point in time inherently contains some kind of cosmic significance, almost as if it were the temporal junction point for the entire time-space continuum. On the other hand, it could just be an amazing coincidence.”

Soul Searcher is now available in all good DVD stores. In theory. I couldn’t find it in any of the good DVD stores I went into today, and neither could anyone else I know. The Curse must do its final work, and so the disc is absent from the shelves… for now. The good news is that play.com says the film is temporarily out of stock, which must mean it’s sold out. (Perhaps unsurprising, if people can’t get it from the fecking shops.)

Wysiwyg are now running a Guess the Budget Competition. Part of the prize is a Soul Searcher poster signed by some of the cast and crew. Don’t ask me what the rest of it is.

Prize letter of the week:

i dont like your trailer voice on your trailer, i wanted him to shut his f***ing bastard mouth however, i like the trailer! and i think you should maybe consider some coca-cola mate! or dr pepper perhaps. it tastes like swamp dust!

Thomas Chamberlain

Well anyway, enjoy the DVD, have fun finding the easter eggs, and thanks for tuning in, for here I must leave you, my virtual friends. The story of Soul Searcher is over. You can follow my continuing adventures at Dark Side of the Earth.

So many classic moments there have been over the last four-and-a-half years: James’ nipple-shaped biscuit; that weird guy who hangs around Hereford with the long hair and the shorts (no matter what the weather) turning up to audition; the poncho debate; the e-mail from Mum’s Curtains about the impossibility of recording an orchestral score on a microbudget; my dream about Lara being a murderer; the druids on Dinedoor Hill; David Dukes almost getting knifed on his visit to Hairy Ford; mixing Rick O’Shays (ricochets) and Kurt Russells (coat rustles) at Neil’s studio; the glorious weekend of The Guardian article and the sell-out screenings; the chocolate ice cream lunches in Cannes… I could go on.

The question is: was it all worth it?

We’ll let fate be the judge.