With no gig last night, at 4pm yesterday I was planning to watch the football with my boys and then have a night in.
My wife was taking photographs at a local school ball and asked whether I might like to come along and help. A suggestion with a feel of an order to it.
As guests streamed in and my wife clicked away, I dealt with odd looks and occassional enquiries from people asking me where they know me from. Then I recognised a guest. An old mate, Sarah, who works on the crew ofÂ hotel events that I do. Sarah was delighted to see me. They had aÂ charity auction to come, hosted byÂ a DJ happy to multi-task.Â Wouldn’t it be a great idea if Dominic Holland could be persuaded to stand in…
So my night off turned in to a night off. And to complicate matters further – seeing as though the auction was for two worthy charities – Mind and Winston’s Wish -Â the first lot I sold was an afternoon on the set of In The Heart of the Sea -Â to be directed by Ron Howard and featuring amongst others, Tom Holland. On the set where Harry Potter was shot – “…you can meet Tom…” This I can guarantee. “You can meet Ron…” – This I cannot. The set might even beÂ a closed affair and if so thenÂ I will be in trouble. IÂ will needÂ to make it up to the winning couple.
They can come to a gig of mine. A signed DH novel (if I can find one). Er, an oldÂ script of mine… something signed?Â And if none of thisÂ chimes, then I willÂ needÂ to refund their winning bid.
A Saturday night off that wasn’t might come back to haunt me.