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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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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.
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!
Maggie Christie said…
That's superb! So funny! Will you be having the premiere of it at Hotel H for your guests?
Chris Stovell said…
You don't think it's a bit subtle, do you, Mags?
That's so funny. I'm now going to catch the other one too!
Brilliant. You deserve time off after all that hard work.
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....?:-)
Lane Mathias said…
No, he's not British, but he says Aldi Wrinkle Stop sooo well!:-)
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.
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!
Calico Kate said…
Great stuff Chris. Can we have some more?
CKx
Chris Stovell said…
Kate - truly that is music to my ears!! You'll be sorry!
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.
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)
Cait O'Connor said…
I love these Chris, thanks!
I've done my movie, Chris, but how do I get it onto my blog? Please help!
muddyboots said…
I'm laughing!
Chris Stovell said…
Rosie, I've left instructions in the Common Room for you.

Muddyboots... a scene in the ice cream parlour, perhaps?!
Un Peu Loufoque said…
oh oh I SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO want to play this game too!!

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