I went to the launch party for the Indian Film Festival of Ireland’s programme on Wednesday night at Solas Bar. It was great fun and well attended, plus I got to wear a nifty Indian ensemble for it. You can see the pics and what went down at the official blog.
On a (maybe slightly) related note, I saw an interview with this chap, Mark Hayes in the Metro during the week. Mark, who’s from Cork and seems to be a cheerful, optimistic sort of fella, wrote a sitcom a few years ago that got rejected by RTE. Undaunted, Mark then moved to L.A. anyway to be a stand-up comedian and try and break into acting/writing. This led to adventures where he got frisked and nearly arrested by L.A. cops, chased by a wild boar, attacked by a hotel maid on Spring Break and went boozing with Robbie Williams on his yacht.
Now, everyone will have their own opinions about whether going to L.A. was a good idea in his position (no contacts, sounds like he was fairly broke, etc). I think it was brilliant and thoroughly envy his bravery. Maybe I’m just in a particularly headwrecked place right now but the thought of jacking it all in and heading for the L and A is a tempting thought. Notwithstanding the fact that I’ve been there and it is literally the fakest-looking place on earth (all the buildings look like they’ve been built temporarily for a film set). And that it’s the kind of place where you can find yourself accidentally at a porn publisher’s house party (maybe that was just me though). Still, it’s where movies get made, where the action is.
So it’s Friday. Raise a glass of something strong to taking risks, being crazy and grabbing life by the cajones...