Apologies. Michael J Knight has not submitted a blog today. Details to follow.

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Art house cinema – it takes me back. As a student I created a film entitled ‘Societies Rejects’ – it was a 7 hour continuous shot from the bottom of a rubbish bin as it filled up.

Unfortunately the first thing to be dropped in was a large cup of coke. It broke the record mechanism so most of the film was just black. Commercialism destroys art yet again.

Michael J Knight

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I was five when my mum first took me to Cov Odeon. I remember thinking “I’ll never top that”. And I never did.

Love & Light,

Dawn x

Picture by markhillary_Odeon cinema Muswell Hill

I’m wondering if Tina’s ‘The Road to Me’ will be sort of like Mad Max or more like Driving Miss Daisy. Maybe a bit of both.

Actually, that’s a good idea. A film about the post-apocalyptic chauffeur of a thousand-year-old woman who is the only person who can remember how things were before a disastrous event.

He has to protect her precious knowledge at all costs from massive gangs of robots, zombies and mutants.

That’s brilliant.

To be honest i’ve been fretting over conversing with high-brow arty types but I’have hit upon a plan - I’ll simply remain mute.

I’ll probably be accepted as enigmatic but if questionned, I’ll explain it away as a political protest.

Love & light

Dawn X

The M62 which throttles Manchester is the only Motorway in Britain that has exactly 27 junctions.

Dawn was driving at exactly 27mph around it to make a point, until I made the point that we were going to miss seeing Tina. She insisted I make the point 27 times in order for it to hit significance.

Picture by Daniel Hughes

Back to Blighty. I return to England with mixed emotions.

For one, there are still siblings to meet in other countries; interesting characters, that for now, may not feature in my documentary.

On the other hand, I’ll be able to nip into Waitrose for my favourite Potato salad.

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My mind’s as restless as the sea. Wave upon wave of fears and torment.

Trust me, you wouldn’t want a paddle.

Love & Light

Dawn x

picture by PhillipC_Cook Strait ferries from Owhiro Bay, Wellington 24 April 2005

My last meal on the continent was some Pelvus on that last bit of waffle from the water cooler.

No time for a pop stop.

picture by marklarson_Waffles on a plate

I’m not sure whose side to take on this argument. Neither I suppose.

A documentary film maker should always remain objective.

Maybe the windmill will have a calming influence.

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I love Ian - goodness knows I do - but my word, he conceals razor sharp
tongue in that docile looking head.

His calm features do nothing to suggest the savage cruelty that he’s capable of. He’s like a human sea.

Love & Light

Dawn x

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Something feels out of sorts in the cosmos.

Things - including me - feel a bit uncontrolled. Even nature looks wrong.

Cherry Ledojo, the man in the windmill and a late night dash to Holland – this is exciting.

Although I didn’t get any dinner and I don’t think those wiener’s and Pelvus sauce agree with me.

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Something’s not right with Ian, I can sense it. His neck’s tensely rigid and his aura’s like a mucky puddle.

Love & Light,

Dawn x

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I can’t say I’m a fan of the sauce, a little to rich for my taste but Wim’s a charismatic man.

I’m definitely re-visiting the polo neck/ suit jacket combo when I get home.

Michael J Knight