I have definitely gone up in the world. Much to my surprise I have been sent to Berlin with fresh off the shoot tapes to load and edit in Berlin. Not only does this involve business class flights, but I am staying in a suite. A suite! Rock bands stay in suites, so they can have parties and groupies in the room. Not me, on my little business excursion. Oh well, it’s early days, there might still be groupies…
Business class on KLM wasn’t the glamorous ride I’d hoped. Being as it was only short-haul, I got a slightly soggy ciabatta and an inch or two’s more legroom but that was all. Good air miles though, so I have applied for my frequent traveller card on the offchance that it might get some use.
Me, my root regrowth
and an Avid in the background.
Now I am at the plushest post house in Berlin called “Das Werk”. They leave fresh juices, chocolate bars and fruit in the work rooms, and they have a fully stocked kitchen with ready sliced sandwich ingredients from peppers to Brie, and a basket of fresh breads, bagels and that chewy rye one that I like. Oh, and they are one of the best places for commercial and music video editing.
Last night I wandered around town near my hotel on Orangebugerstraasse. This long street has many bars, but at 21.30 had more prostitutes than pedestrians. After the sanitised prostitution in Amsterdam I had forgotten the whole street walking scene. Strange in winter as the ladies were almost uniformly wearing cropped Puffa jackets, gloves, leggings and Buffalo boots circa 1996 (very Spice girls style). It took me a while to figure out what they were all doing standing in the street at a distance of about 5 cars apiece. Since they are unable due to the weather, to wear more revealing clothes, more than one had adopted a waspishly fastened, black corset around the waist, on the top of the Puffa. I felt bad for them. At least in Amsterdam the ladies have their own heated room and can relax on a stool in their best undies.
Anyway, being as this blog is called Cheese Dreams, I should mention this morning’s peculiarity. I am not sure if I was Arnold Swartzenegger or if he was the baddie after me, but I had a series of dreams whereby we would have a superhero flying-through-the-air chase followed by a manly fight scene which ended in me being captured and wrapped up in chains (although not kinkily, just in the fashion that you would want to securely bind a super hero). No matter how the scene was played and what decision I made, I was caught! I think it probably has less to do with fatalism and more to do with watching 40 takes each of the same scene for my commercial.