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» Breakin' The Law
In the name of art...
When I was about 18 my friend decided he would make a super-8 film. His high-art concept involved lots of shots of people doing things on and about motorways, and I was going to be the "star" of the film.
After a few dodgy incidents running across motorways with cars bearing down on me etc with him filming from the safe distance, it's time for the crowning shot, which is to be a shot of me standing on the strip between the lanes of the motorway going in either direction. No problem, I go and take my position and wait for him to get the shot. After standing there for a while, I realise that it's going to be hard to tell when he's actually taken the shot as I've got my back to where he will be driving. Never mind, I thought, I'll just stay here for what seems like enough time and bugger off.
All this time, people had been honking their horns at me, I couldn't quite figure out why but I basically just ignored it. Just as I was about to take off, I hear a car pull up behind me and a voice say "Get in the car." A police car has pulled up to a stop *in the fastest lane* and a cop has jumped out and is beckoning to me to jump in the back seat. We take off before the high-speed traffic crashes into the back of us and the cop begins to question me.
Turns out that people driving past thought I was suicidal or a mental patient or something, they were honking their horns (as if I was going to think "oh, someone's honked their horn at me, I guess I won't top myself after all") and then getting on their mobiles and reporting me to the police. So, the friendly officer asks me a few questions ("been in a mental instution lately? can I just have a look at your wrists sir?"). I explain why I was there and he lets me off with a warning, citing "Queen's byways act 1971" or something, and tells me not to bloody well do it again.
Never mind, we got the footage - except nobody thought than when your driving past somebody on a motorway you're lucky if you can get about 1 frame of the film with them actually in it. Bollocks.
(Fri 9th Jan 2004, 0:06, More)
In the name of art...
When I was about 18 my friend decided he would make a super-8 film. His high-art concept involved lots of shots of people doing things on and about motorways, and I was going to be the "star" of the film.
After a few dodgy incidents running across motorways with cars bearing down on me etc with him filming from the safe distance, it's time for the crowning shot, which is to be a shot of me standing on the strip between the lanes of the motorway going in either direction. No problem, I go and take my position and wait for him to get the shot. After standing there for a while, I realise that it's going to be hard to tell when he's actually taken the shot as I've got my back to where he will be driving. Never mind, I thought, I'll just stay here for what seems like enough time and bugger off.
All this time, people had been honking their horns at me, I couldn't quite figure out why but I basically just ignored it. Just as I was about to take off, I hear a car pull up behind me and a voice say "Get in the car." A police car has pulled up to a stop *in the fastest lane* and a cop has jumped out and is beckoning to me to jump in the back seat. We take off before the high-speed traffic crashes into the back of us and the cop begins to question me.
Turns out that people driving past thought I was suicidal or a mental patient or something, they were honking their horns (as if I was going to think "oh, someone's honked their horn at me, I guess I won't top myself after all") and then getting on their mobiles and reporting me to the police. So, the friendly officer asks me a few questions ("been in a mental instution lately? can I just have a look at your wrists sir?"). I explain why I was there and he lets me off with a warning, citing "Queen's byways act 1971" or something, and tells me not to bloody well do it again.
Never mind, we got the footage - except nobody thought than when your driving past somebody on a motorway you're lucky if you can get about 1 frame of the film with them actually in it. Bollocks.
(Fri 9th Jan 2004, 0:06, More)