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Don't Stop Me Now!



A 'behind the scenes' look at 'Hotel' H (I know,I know - but this is such fun and I have just finished my ECA! I will get back to normal blogging, honest!)
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arosebyanyothername said…
What a scream. Naughty words too. I loved it.
I agree, it is fun I started one last night. I hope to finish it after lights out tonight. It is called 'The Rehearsal'. I shall never get any work done at this rate.
27 May 2009 at 02:35
Chris Stovell said…
Shhh! Rosie, it's supposed to be a 'G' certificate! Good luck with 'The RehearsaL'... I'd better do some work now!
27 May 2009 at 02:46
Maggie Christie said…
That's superb! So funny! Will you be having the premiere of it at Hotel H for your guests?
27 May 2009 at 04:38
Chris Stovell said…
You don't think it's a bit subtle, do you, Mags?
27 May 2009 at 05:30
Reading Tea Leaves said…
That's so funny. I'm now going to catch the other one too!
27 May 2009 at 08:24
Deborah Carr (Debs) said…
Brilliant. You deserve time off after all that hard work.
27 May 2009 at 08:58
Lane Mathias said…
So funny! And your man is waving his arms around now and become British!

Are you really going to stop now? Really....?:-)
27 May 2009 at 10:14
Lane Mathias said…
No, he's not British, but he says Aldi Wrinkle Stop sooo well!:-)
27 May 2009 at 10:17
Fiona Mackenzie. Writer said…
Very funny. Loved it.

I imagine you're feeling good having send off the ECA. I got a terrible mark for my TMA5. I knew it was dire. Still working on ECA.
27 May 2009 at 10:54
Chris Stovell said…
Cottage Garden, it's best not to encourage me!

Debs, yes - that is my excuse!

Lane, alas that 'British move' thing comes from the poor directions!

Fia, I'm feeling scared now you've told me that.... I haven't had TMA 05 back yet! Eeek!
27 May 2009 at 12:54
Calico Kate said…
Great stuff Chris. Can we have some more?
CKx
27 May 2009 at 13:04
Chris Stovell said…
Kate - truly that is music to my ears!! You'll be sorry!
27 May 2009 at 13:09
Pondside said…
Chris - I'm devastated..you don't sound British at all.
I can see that we'll all give up blogging and turn to film making - small, foreign, specialty film making.
27 May 2009 at 13:56
Chris Stovell said…
Pondside (sigh) of course I'm British, but I'm ACTING,- can't you tell? I bet Angelina Jolie never has this trouble. (shakes head)
27 May 2009 at 14:20
Cait O'Connor said…
I love these Chris, thanks!
27 May 2009 at 14:36
arosebyanyothername said…
I've done my movie, Chris, but how do I get it onto my blog? Please help!
27 May 2009 at 15:27
muddyboots said…
I'm laughing!
28 May 2009 at 00:01
Chris Stovell said…
Rosie, I've left instructions in the Common Room for you.

Muddyboots... a scene in the ice cream parlour, perhaps?!
28 May 2009 at 01:41
Un Peu Loufoque said…
oh oh I SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO want to play this game too!!
3 June 2009 at 05:29
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