matmenoney

So that was Berlin.

Aufweidersehn and all that.

Was pretty productive as it goes; did the film festival, saw what's left of the Berlin Wall, ran through check point charlie hoping to get shot, which i did, but only japanese tourists, and had my rights-of-passage moment where I became a man on the film pitching circuit.

Yep I bit the bullett, knuckled down to do the thing i hate, and sold myself and my films to various players in the land of Hollywod. And they seemed to bite, which was nice. And unexpected.

So i had to instead aim my anger at the world towards the festivals high brow selection process... pretentious bunch of girle tit wankers; go pick at least one film that folk might actually want to go see... just to mix it up a bit.

Anyway, I'm more exhausted than an Annabel Chong wannabe at a gang bang... but sadly not for the same reasons... ...so maybe i should sleep... aparently it's good for you.