Haiku of sorts
A couple of years ago I was an extra in the BBC1 drama Judge John Deed, which inspired me to pen a little ditty about the main star, Martin Shaw.

(I can just sneak this one in as I was nineteen at the time.)

Being an extra is a lot more tedious than you might imagine, it's a lot of sitting around doing fuck all the majority of the 12 hours a day you're on set. To cure our boredom me and my friend began rocking back and forth on a bench, which nearly toppled over. Martin gave us a disapproving look which said 'I can't believe you're behaving like this in MY presence.' All the food on set was vegetarian too, because he was. Twat.

Anyway, my poem went as:

"Martin Shaw,

You ain't no John Thaw,

Know your place!"

Crap innit.
( The Helpful Bear, Thu 11 Aug 2005, 16:16, Reply)