Stop Frame Everest Film trailer

Just to add to the obvious buzz my last post has generated (a pathetically low number of views but beats my previous top daily number), I’ve spent at least an hour putting together a first draught of a trailer for the stop frame film I’m doing.

One of the things I’ve realised doing this is how difficult it is to do a trailer when you haven’t actually shot any footage for the film. This makes me understand (but not sympathise) with the following facts

  • All film trailers bear little resemblance to the film they are advertising, unless they are comedies in which case
  • All film trailers have 95% of the funny bits within so you may as well not bother going to see them, unless they are made a year in advance of a blockbuster summer release, in which case
  • All film trailers are the exact opposite of the meme they propose in the brief imagery you are supposed to use to work out what the hell it is about. And if they trailed it a year in advance, I don’t fancy the chances of it being remotely watchable

Great blog on this by Mark Kermode here by the way.

So with this is mind I’ve made a non-resembling un-funny meme-free trailer in the course of half an evening (music included).


one month to go celebration blog!

Woo Hoo! Only a month to go until we fly to Kathmandu and start our adventure. I feel like I should do a little dance, jump up and down and shout huzzah! at the top of my voice, as I’m getting quite excited about it now.

The only thing dousing my enthusiasm is the amount of stuff left to do before we go.

And that I’m pretty knackered now I’ve started training properly.

And that I’ve got a major project at work to deliver that looks like it is going live 5 days before we fly.

And that I’m still a bit worried about our complete lack of contingency for weather delays on the internal flights, particularly looking at the current Kathmandu weather forecast. It looks suspiciously like the monsoon is still going, which really should have buggered off by now.

Oh well, looking on the bright side, if that work project had been on time I’d originally planned on going out at the end of next week, which could have meant major delays and absolutely no chance of getting close to Everest base camp. At least going a month later there’s a far better chance of stable weather.

It’s also a far brighter outlook than portrayed in the image I found when looking for one to go with this post.

What makes this creepy is it is from one of those oh-so-worthy and deeply spiritual yet somehow very well funded American Christian sites that happens to have numerous helpfully priced packages to distribute the message to other churches. Who could resist the One Month to Live Churchwide Challenge kit, or the perfect gift for your child – a one month to live wristband.

Sorry, just me being cynical. I digress…

So with a month to go, what’s the situation?

Well on the positives, I think that all the organisation and kit list are pretty much there. I’m still waiting for a couple of pieces – a new rucksack currently in the post for one – but I think everything is bought, listed, weighed, calculated etc, at least from my side. As for my companion, that’s anyones’ guess, but we’re meeting up on Monday so I’ll get a better idea then.

For the Film, I’ve got all the technical doohickies, geegaws and whojamaflips you could need – guess which of those I’ve actually got – and I’ve also started to play around with the intro to the film, which I have mostly storyboarded now. Latest test below, which is a first attempt at part of the intro sequence covering the planning & preparation. I call this the Flight of the Memory Cards.

As you can tell this part of the film relinquishes some verisimiltude. I also forgot to reset the white balance so it’s rather orange, but will fix along with doing the rest so I can post the intro up as teaser before we go. By the way, if anyone knows anyone who works at the Heathrow Media Centre, can you tell them they are rude so and so’s as they still haven’t even acknowledged my request to photograph there.

What else is there? Oh yes there is still one thing missing. You. We know who you are..

Come on, give me a bit of sponsorship love. I’m not doing this just for fun.

Training in Leamington

Unfortunately I can’t enjoy the luxuries of ‘training’ in Paris every weekend, so with only a little more than a month to go until the trip, I though it was about time, well actually way beyond time I upped the pace a little and started regular gym sessions.

Now those who know me well, will realise that this is not my normal environs, milieu, stomping ground, place worship or anything else. However, believe it or not I have been (in the past) a member of a gym, and due to general convenience & the fact that it’s quite nice I’ve rejoined Pure. They have all the right kit, open early (not likely) to late (possible), and a nice pool to warm down in.

So today I started. Actually I was pretty pleased. 35 minutes on the bike, 20 minutes running – uphill – on the treadmill and a couple of weights sets followed by 20 laps of the admittedly not olympic size pool. Not bad considering it’s at least a year since my last visit. I expect I’ll pay for it tomorrow.

I tried to find an image to illustrate my session, but unfortunately when I searched for ‘sweaty workout’ this is the only image that came up which is suitable for public consumption.

Deary-me internet, you are so rude.

Anyway, I plan to go every other day until the trip, so will keep going for ‘more intensity’ and ‘feeling the burn’ or whatever other horse-shit phrase is currently in vogue for hurting yourself now to hurt less later.

At this rate, I might even think about giving up alcohol until the trip………

Only Joking!

Training in Paris

Despite it all seeming like a bit of a jolly, I would argue that this weekend’s trip to Paris did actually involve some useful training & toughening up for the trip to Nepal, and thanks to the wonders of technology I’m able to update this blog whilst whizzing through the English countryside courtesy of Virgin’s in train wifi service.

So how did a weekend away to Paris help training, I hear you ask incredulously. Well, for a start there was the yomping.

When packing, we had forgotten to properly check the weather forecast, so having assumed it would be the same cool grey we’d left behind in Blighty we were carrying only warm clothing. It was a bit of a shock arriving to 30+ degrees and blazing sunshine. This was further accentuated by

  • A heavy bag
  • A complete misreading of the metro map
  • A near messianic mission on the part of Chrissie to get to a particular children’s clothes shop, which was only open on the Saturday we arrived (having arrived in the afternoon)

So putting all that into account, I think we can tick off trekking with heavy loads in heat as part of the training plan.

Oh and the hotel room was on the fifth floor, with the kind of caged lift you’d rather not frequent. Particularly as this one had the size and ambience inside of a velvet lined coffin – I think I’ll take the stairs, thank you. Tick off lots of ascent / descent from the training plan.

That out of the way, we had a lovely meal in the evening at a Au Tournebievre, a place I can thoroughly recommend, followed by a lovely lunch at Les Ombres the next day, with a great view of the Eiffel Tower

By this time though the weather had turned a touch – complete deluge and the temperature dropping 15 degrees. Tick off dealing with large changes in climate from preparation list.

Unfortunately, later that afternoon it appeared I’d caught something nasty, which as the day wore on turned into something very nasty. Let’s just say it was the gastric equivalent of hurricane Katrina rather than Katia, and rated a 7 on the disarmingly blunt Bristol Stool Scale.

This pretty much put the kibosh on plans to go to Chair de Poule, a cafe / bar of a cousin of the legendary Paperjam, whom I spent a pleasant (drunken) evening with a couple of years back during a banger race around Europe. Probably a good thing really, as it is in the achingly hip Oberkampf part of Paris, so my middle aged paunch is probably not welcome.

So, interesting intestinal diseases also ticked off the list of possible challenges to cope with.

I’m still feeling ropey now, and not sure where it came from. Possibly a steak tartare too far?