Toast in Towcester, four cans of cyder, a Becks and a cup of tea.

After a 'standard' day shooting on Thursday I drove to a small market town near Silverstone, Milton Keynes, called Towcester. The purpose - a PR stunt organised by Costa's PR's to promote the new Coffee store, and I was producing content for the news/online media. The stunt was an artist painting with spreads on toast which was to be fixed on the windows of Costa, so painting on toast in Towcester - genius. Sticking the toast down wasn't so easy but with a crack team of professional toast loaders (namely the PR team, myself and Soundman to the stars Joe Price, we nailed it - well actually we didn't we spent £300 on NO MORE NAILS.

NEWS:

www.mirror.co.uk/celebs/news/2010/09/09/marmite-masterpiece-artist-uses-toast-as-canvas-for-celebrity-portraits-of-david-beckham-and-stephen-fry-115875-22549015

VIDEO:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-eBIntrqq0

Professional Toast Loaders Darius G Laws & Joe Price*:



After smashing the edit, involving time lapse photography, and couple of quick uploads I drove (with top PR Account Handler Madame Julia Hatch) back to London. My work wasn't over until I'd transferred all files for use first thing in the morning. I got back to Colchester just before midnight having been up since 5am so sleep was well deserved.

Friday's main shoot was a fashion based pr video with top Fashion Presenter/Producer Helen Boyle - I was reunited with Cameraman to the stars Jonas Abbott and we spent the day learning about fashion and how to wear the correct size bra - I also learnt that my favourite colour blue is still the 'new black'.

The shoot went relatively well and after a refreshing Hoegaarden I got a lazy taxi to Liverpool St and hit the 20:00 train as there was a curry with my name on up in uphill Colchester. The train was very busy and there was no seat for me. There was however an old friend, Chole Furniss, sat alone opposite a man drinking cans of cyder. I kneeled on the floor, to the frustraion of everyone wanting to get past me, to have some banter with my old Colchester Sixth Form buddy and fellow Blur enthusiast. She was more tired than I so didn't want a can of Becks but was happy with a cup of tea. A west London dweller, I learnt she 'going home' for a wedding but as per my routine wasn't so certain of the detail and needed to 'find the invitation' - standard.

The Cyder drinker sitting opposite was content with my slight invasion into his personal space. He was on his third can of Cyder since leaving Liverpool St, I enquired if he was going to Norwich but he wasn't he was heading to Colchester, I was somewhat taken aback by his determination to get through four cans of fine Suffolk Cyder in such a short space of time but fair played to him I accidently drank a bottle of rose on the way home on Monday so who was I to argue. He actually showed me how he wouldn't be able to finish his fourth due to a broken ring pull. Determined to show my manly practical skills, and relishing in my success of sticking toast to windows with no more nails I just had to get his can open. So, I whipped out my front door key, penetrated the can and my fellow commuter was on his fourth just minutes before we landed in Colchester.


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