Sunbeam Studios

I have a recurring dream where I accidentally shave off my beard. The horror of living no bearded usually wakes me with a start. Last night I dreamt deplorables shaved it off so they could apply a fake one. So I could pass as Guy Fawkes. The reasoning for needing to pass as Guy Fawkes is lost to the hazy realm of dream logic.

I was up at half five to get across London to Sunbeam Studios for a PA job one of my colleagues from the AOP event had very kindly passed my way. It was an interesting day, turned out to be a test shoot for Scottish Widows. Which amused me given my former close proximity to their offices in Edinburgh.