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A Gentleman Calls at 'Home Thoughts Weekly'



Sorry, but I'm still not sick of this... even if you are! Normal service will be resumed when I've got a bit of thinking space.
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Lane Mathias said…
Oooh you're directing is getting very slick Chris!

I'm not getting sick of it I'm afraid. I keep going back and playing about as it's just too much fun.

Enjoy that coastal walk!
28 May 2009 at 03:21
Chris Stovell said…
Lane, Thank you, Maestro. Hmm, I was afraid you'd say that, but it's keeping me sane at the moment.

I will. Hehe!
28 May 2009 at 03:32
arosebyanyothername said…
Gosh - we are getting good - aren't we? That's terrific. I can see I shall have to have another go, but I have such a HUGE pile of ironing and I have to do the VAT and the wages.
28 May 2009 at 05:26
Cait O'Connor said…
A gret film producer in the making Chris - I just love these,
28 May 2009 at 05:46
Pipany said…
Anything that helps with sanity wins in my book! keep going Chris (and you're welcome here anytime but don't forget about the reality behind the pictures!) x
28 May 2009 at 06:49
Deborah Carr (Debs) said…
I did one yesterday and it was hopeless, so I think I'll forget any thoughts of being a director for now!
28 May 2009 at 10:14
LITTLE BROWN DOG said…
That looks like a lot of fun, Chris. Am very tempted, but it looks as though it could be addictive. Love your wardrobe.
28 May 2009 at 12:57
Reading Tea Leaves said…
Oh Chris, I just love these - keep them coming, they are so funny. Like Lane, I keep going back and re-playing them. Can't wait to hear about the coastal walk!!
Jeanne
28 May 2009 at 13:48
Chris Stovell said…
Rosie, I loved your film - you are one tough director!

Cait, you know, if you keep saying that it will only make me do it again!

Pip, good. Sanity a bit thin on the ground at the mo - and I love the pictures!

LBD - go on, just think what you could do with WWFMTDTWW!

Cottage Garden, you know I really should quit whilst the going is good-ish!
28 May 2009 at 14:36
Un Peu Loufoque said…
Promise me when you get your guests to teh top of teh beautiful coastal path you do not push them off to get a better dramatic view!
3 June 2009 at 05:31
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