This is a blog post from the 18th June, when I went to watch some of my Torchwood episode filming - sorry for the delay, but I'm a workshy fop as you should all know by now. I've had to be very non-specific, so it's not going to be a great report for news or anything, as I don't want to spoil any of the story, or give anything away at all. Now I'm a bit more in the public eye, I need to be extra careful. So there's no way I'm going to reveal things like-- ooh! I nearly gave away the bit about the evil prawns! That was close. Okay, on with the blog post:
Long, long, but fun couple of days. Took the train to Cardiff Sunday night (edit: that would be the 17th), and thanks to a passenger illness, signal problems, and getting stuck at Swindon for an hour, didn't get to the hotel until after 10pm (left the house before 5pm).
When I checked in, the following conversation happened:
Receptionist: Wow, you really remind me of Gary Numan.
Me: Haha, yeah, I get that a lot. But... a *young* Gary Numan, I hope?
(long, long pause)
Receptionist: Oh, yes, yes of course.
To add insult to injury, they'd put me in room 237. Luckily, there were no dead twin girls or naked, rotting old women inside, so I was able to get some sleep. I'm serious, I was actually in room 237, here's a photo of my door:
Filming started the next morning at 8am, which meant I had to get up at a disgustingly early hour, so early I am unable to understand what time it was, let alone communicate it to you. Obviously I can't say what was being filmed that day, or where, cause I don't want to give any plot stuff away. But it's the scene where the evil prawns come to life and suck people's eyes out. Don't tell anyone, okay?
I've said it before, and I'm sure I'll say it again, many times: there's nothing quite as cool as being on set watching people film something you wrote. There's that weird disconnect you have, where you forget that it's your script, because this is a film crew, and surely nothing to do with you. Then the actors say the lines, and you jump, thinking "oh! I wrote that!" and it feels weird, because it's been in your head for so long, then suddenly it's a living, breathing thing. Then there's a while to wait while they change camera position or whatever, and you forget again. Then suddenly you hear another line, or see a script with your name on, or watch them doing things you specified on the page, and you jump all over again. Then you think, blimey, all this time and effort, and I caused it? Then you feel slightly guilty, because everything you write costs lots of money, for actors, cameras, props, sets, etc. Then you wait around again while things get checked. Then something else reminds you, and you jump again, holy shit, they're filming something I wrote. And round and round, over and over again. It's fantastic fun.
Watched the scenes being shot several times, from every angle, and very cool it was too. There was a location change after the first scene, and the rest of the day was spent in various parts of the same building, doing some talky bits, some running, and some action. Sorry this is a bit vague, I just can't say any details or I'll spoil it - when it's been on telly, I'll say which bits I saw filmed, and what they looked like. Suffice to say, that it's going to look very, very cool. Eve was especially lovely, and went out of her way to welcome me, chat about what was happening, and came up to me at the end of the day to see if I'd had a good time. In fact, everyone was really nice and welcoming, the actors were all great, the crew worked really hard, it was so cool. I had such a fun day. Sorry about the lack of scandal, but there wasn't any, it all went really smoothly, and they all really are that nice. There must be a catch, they must all be planning something evil. I did spot a folder with "Secret Evil Plans" written on the front, but it was whisked away by a flunky before I could get a look. And now men in suits follow me everywhere. But I'm sure there's a perfectly innocent explanation for all of it.
And nobody minded when I accidentally found myself sitting right in the middle of the next shot, eating a sandwich, they just politely moved me out of the way. Writers on set will *always* try and find somewhere out of everyone's way, and will *always* either stand blocking the only access route, or in the middle of a shot. It's just nature's way. I knew I'd end up doing it, thankfully it was only the once...