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 Oh, contrair,  Monsoir .. maybe its like the love for an old dying cat..  either way  I’ve already got meself involved with an international collaboration.  when I mentioned to Nijeena that we should write poems about colonialism onto old Indian surplus military uniforms / helmets.  

Her dad was a naval dude and we went to the base at Fort Kochi..  anyways….
She went away with the idea,  has now got the stock tracked down, and is ready to rock on this.

I,  joined one of those British council online ‘how to’ zoom classes about how to fill in the Damn forms and it all came back to me,  (dream/memory woozy sequence) my early days in London..  doing these goddamn forms for film funding and all the bollocks that the meetings / forms, committees and everyone else whos made a job for themselves, their mates & family and then the same few people who were always the recipients..  IMO

well, they know how to do the forms properly and are not cynical about the process, which mocks the existence of the families, friends, and everyone else involved with paying themselves a wage to give someone else the money.  

 This is probably why I trained to be a production manager and not a producer in 2007 when i walked away from Tele-land..  So, the money is already there.  You get on with the job with whatever dosh you gotten..  

So,  there was some space for extra people to get involved and grab some of the filthy lucre.  starting at 25 k going up upto 100k .

And the old/new adage ‘if not now then when.’.

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..  So a pot of Ronseal for the wooden sign..
  the thing about that place (India) is that women don’t ever go to wood mills, ask those questions and get answers..  The whole process of selecting the wood and getting it cut, i’m told, was a bit of a circus.

So,  I said I’d ask and I have..

 I’ll see if amazon deliver to Kerala.

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Kate's Mum ‘Cathy’ was away and we’ve been In touch