well that was fun ...

right now i'm at Matane making films at a kino kabaret. last night simon the cooridnator came up to me and rambled at me in french something about Radio Canada ... I'm pretty sure he said that there was some interview in the morning and he wanted me to be on it ... solely because of my Australian celebrity status ... i said "we'll see" and forgot about it the night dragged on and i slept on the floor since i was too tired to make it back to the place where i'm supposed to be sleeping. then i woke up sticky-faced and dirty-shirted and went to take a crap... simon comes in the door and in his way mumbly french starts talking to me ... then i understood "no joke, sixty second" (read that in one of those comical heavy accents like john cleese guarding the castle in the holy grail) "find someone else i said" and continued my morning poop, took my time and then freshened up a little, trying to remove the sloth that you get from sleeping your clothes. Simon comes back in the door and says "allez, go!" and so off i went. out across the street and to the radio station, without enough time to put on any shoes. then there was an interview about kino and the kabaret this week ... all in french ... i understood most of it ... but inevitably i understood the questions that the others were asked but not the ones to me ... so nodding and grinning i sat through my first foreign language interview ... ... now i have to begin filming a film to screen tonight ... and i still haven't changed my shirt.