Publicity

It was a few years ago. The time was 9.30 in the morning. All the tragics were out in full force on the dancefloor, looking skanky. M decides to grab his camera. He'd been filming a documentary earlier and he thought it would be fun.

A couple of weeks later, M mentioned that I was now in a small clip in his documentary: a montage to represent "all the fun we had when we were young and stupid". I said that no, I didn't want proof that I am young or stupid. He told me that he already had my permission; that at the time he said "I'll use all this in the film" and I apparently nodded. So I gently withdrew my offer.

But guess what? I still made the cut. I was annoyed and M promised it was just a student film that no one would see. .

Next thing you know, M's won an Independent Filmmaker award for it.

Next thing you know, M's entered it in the St Kilda Film Festival.

Next thing you know, my 2 seconds winds up in the festival advert. It comes in at about the 30 second mark. 

I wonder if this is how Britney feels getting out of a cab. Not happy.