It is tragic what happened in Hockley, a pocket of Nottingham city centre at some point over the weekend. I was at Jam Cafe on Thursday night and I didn't notice anything untoward, apart from the roads being reshaped and parking being a nightmare. However, something happened and the papers have not reported on it nor has it been mentioned on the BBC news for the East Midlands. The fact that there is a media silence is worrying; what information is being held from the public and why? We don't know if there was a poisonous gas leak, a deadly virus, a crazed axe-murderer running amok laying waste to everyone in his (or her, women can be psychos too - I should know I married one) path, or some other sinister reason which is why they are covering it up. Even the BBC website doesn't mention it in the local news section, I know the BBC have form when it comes to covering stuff up but when something on this scale happens the public deserve to know about it.
I have been advertising for various people to act in The Record Store Day Video (working title) for a couple of weeks, one of the calls was for a hipster. There is one scene that needed a typical hipster type, rolled up trousers and all, the more cartoonish the better. Thanks to whatever happened in Hockley I now have to rewrite the scene because for reasons that Nottingham council and the media are hiding from us, Nottingham no longer has a single hipster. You would think that at least one of them would have replied, but now it will never be. There was a time when you couldn't move for hipsters in Hockley, (no idea how as surely they can't be afforded the opportunity to reproduce if they go around looking like that) but now they are all dead and nobody will reveal why.
Hockley will become a wasteland with boutique coffee shops and pretentious bars closing down once the (inexplicably earned) hipster money dries up. Never again will we see rolled up trousers with slip on plimsolls, checked shirts buttoned up to the neck, big beards, man-buns, and a sense of importance. Bars in Hockley will be forced to sell proper drinks instead of Tizer and Opal Fruit flavoured craft beer, and the word 'vintage' will no longer be used as a substitution for 'second hand' or 'old crap nobody wants' to justify charging extra.
This explains why I haven't found a hipster; they have all vanished, possibly up their own arses. Not a single person replied to my social media calls for a hipster type, so whatever it was that killed them is responsible for the fact that I have to do some rewrites.
I suppose it isn't the end of the world but I enjoyed that scene and now it won't be as good somehow. In fact, I haven't yet organised a few details for this filming project yet for some reason I am not stressing about it. The singer element has been fleshed out into every scene but with a comic twist, a nod to an old joke. It looks as if the whole scene can be shot on Saturday rather than over the whole weekend which is good but it means that Mandi and I lose our only day off together. I can then start to think about the next project, filming the pilot for Saturday Breakfast - another thing that I still don't have all the details for. Maybe there's something in this less organised approach, we'll find out on Saturday I guess.
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