Yesterday at the movie recording was interesting. Amazing numbers of beautiful young people hanging around not doing very much. We got to work with Robert Webb and David Mitchell and Jessica Stevenson. We recorded a number of scenes. We spent a huge amount of time being subjected to a bad warm-up guy called Scott who told us he was just back from entertaining the troops, but clearly hadn’t had time to change his routine to something a litte more family friendly. They fed us – handing each of us a baggie with crisps, an apple, chocolate and water as we signed our waivers – then asked us to do everything we could to make sure the bags weren’t in shot. Easier for the guys…

ARGH! WTF’S THAT DANGLING DOWN BY MY FACE??? ARGH, A SPIDER! Fetch cat. Point cat at spider. Cat bats spider. Spider wanders off. Cat wanders off. Why don’t our mighty hunter cats eat spiders like every other cat I’ve ever had? I keep walking into spider webs in the house and garden. They like to span across the obvious walkways. Maybe I should hoover more often.

… anyway easier for the guys with overcoats to hide lunch bags than the girls following instuctions and wearing gownless evening straps in their magician’s wife costume.

The highlight was definitely the time when the talent spent five minutes just talking to the audience. Jessica Stevenson asked for questions, and I asked if there were going to be zombies. There weren’t, but she did promise a decapitation. The boors behind us asked her if she’d ever slept with Simon Pegg, and she, er, avoided the issue.

Towards the end of the end of the evening, I got my own best shot at the limelight. Robert Webb (v cute in person as well on TV) came and stood in the audience, right next to me. Right next to me. I shared his spotlight.

True, it was a wide angle with almost all of the 700 extras in shot too, but it was me right next to the star.