So far the film is progressing very slowly.  The trick with filming is to plan everything to the maximum degree and accept that nothing is right.

The first day of filming was the anniversary of an important death, so I was doing an athiest art funeral, which perturbed the stupid English people I was working with no end as it involved social conscience. It would take too long to explain to them what that is, so I didn’t bother.

The shoot was attacked by someone we know and love from a couple of years ago, so had to be abandoned since his needs were apparently very urgent.  I have since tried a reshoot and decided I was unhappy with the costume and set up, so it will have to be done again in a different way.  It is hard to be patient when you have to wait for everything to arrive before you can proceed.  In the meantime I have been left to ponder the nature of love, and our approach to it.

The person who attacked the shoot was desperate for attention in any form, so he would say that his getting up in the morning and deciding what he wants at the expense of other people was perfectly natural.  He probably wonders why I dropped everything and went and did ask he asked despite his destroying my equipment and insulting me.

It would never occur to me to do otherwise, I just didn’t question it.  It did make him look very stupid as he has been trying to get me to lose my temper with him for months and has spectacularly failed.  I just don’t think like that.  I think if one is in possession of a fragile and damaged ego, one assumes that everyone else is too, which makes life very unpredictable when the person you are trying to upset simply says “if that is what you want, I’ll go get it for you.”

Anyway the whole thing was a mess, I have to replan a few things to hit the values I want to hit, so it was a worthy practise.  The costume did look a little bit as if a wee lady who likes sewing made it, which of course she did, and is now being revamped into something a bit better.  This is because a very nice lady I see regularly is waiting to see how I have done this and I am kind of using her as the muse for the outfit.  It is important to know what triggers you into improving.

I did get a bit cross after crying for a week or so about having to deal with this and finding the idiot still cruising around looking for more women to torment, and swiftly regretted it when I discovered that he had again blotted his copybook elsewhere and I had unwittingly played into the entire scenario, even though I knew nothing about it and was just trying to get some work done.  Sigh. It seems that my guiding principle wants me to avoid losing my cool altogether.

It is high time to finish this work, so I am focusing on that in the meantime.  I am bored with it lying around and I want to make a beautiful silly film.

It is tiresome being misunderstood.

Hi,

I see I haven’t managed to lose my biggest fan.  I hope you are OK. I have not been at all interested in seeing what is happening since the pandemic.

I was busy dealing with the death and estate of one of the victims of the extended cull, so I was unable to keep updating for some time.

I am making a film, it is not the No Glass Walls series I was planning as I need another person for that, so I have created an interim idea benefitting some of my friends here in Glasgow. Hopefully in the course of the large scale organisation needed in the next six months I will find someone that wants to participate in No Glass Walls.

I do not know why you find me appealing, but it is certainly very encouraging that you check back, so thank you.

I do not think you should marry Carrie, regardless of whomever else you are seeing at the moment. I do not think you want to either.  I am not the only person to think she is actually MI6 and the headless person was not her.

Perhaps you should grow a pair and go for what you really want before it is far too late because she has married somebody else? I could not possibly say who that might be?

Ahem

Ina

So, it has been some months since my last post.  I got a bit demotivated by various bits of news over the winter, but it transpires that I am on a deadline.

I have a massive new project underway, which is being nay sayed by the only people I talk to, so I think I will be buying my coffee somewhere else as it is becoming rather depressing.

I miss Bawbag, but he is just as bad so there is no point in me going to see him, unfortunately. I have a lot of work to do regardless of whatever he is likely to come up with in terms of stress.

Made some very sweet new friends and am looking forward to working with some of them.

Other projects still awaiting some movement.

It seems to me that milennials are depressed.  They are physically underconfident and they are depressed.  This is likely to cause, and has already caused them to have poor health.  They are considerably less healthy than Boomers or Gen X.

Otherwise, still trucking, have met some amazing people, chatted up by a fitness model, of all things.

If you are one of the people that I am told are badmouthing me or my current project, fyi people smile and take photographs when they see me, I doubt you can say the same.

Thanks,

Ina

It has come to my attention that bawbag is still spreading malicious rumours about me, so this post is just for anyone who happens to see me passing through and is told the same rubbish.

Bawbag came to me, not the other way round.  I was minding my own business and in love with Little Shiva at the time and not at all interested in meeting anyone else.  This was not rational, there was no interaction between Little Shiva and myself, mainly due to my being convinced he was involved with some woman we worked with, it then transpired that he was married to some other woman who seemed to be locating herself as far away as possible.  There was never any expectation of a relationship and I averted my eyes due to there being pressures from elsewhere in the office we worked in, in the form of a giant steroid abusing English lout who took a notion for me for no apparent reason and with no encouragement.

At that time, I was looking for a partner on the grounds that I would like to have had a child before it was too late, and as far as I am concerned, the series of disasters since then has meant that even superficial trust is impossible. Little Shiva was beautiful and had a fast wit and only one moment was enough to persuade me that I would have been happy watching him watch cricket (presumably)

At no point did Bawbag boasting about his money factor into anything, and he is not that great in terms of company. I call him Bawbag for good reason, quite apart from it being his favourite word. He is neither graceful nor witty.

In point of fact he was a screaming bore who eventually took to ranting complete drivel.

Two months after I refused to return to his shop, he started making accusations and he has stopped only to try and retrieve me ever since.  I am not at all interested in speaking to this person, as far as I am concerned he is bonkers.

His unpleasant ex was the ideal person for him as far as I am concerned, however she is no longer interested as it turns out he is a compulsive liar and abuser.

The only thing he has told anyone the truth about is that his family has a lot of money.  Unfortunately this is not particularly worthy money and no respectable person would entertain it for this reason.

I hope that covers everything, I am heartily sick of this moron now.

This week has been educational, as I made some publicity stuff for Haram Bawbag.  I do not see him using it, but I have a nice ‘kiss my ass’ sticker on my car for his amusement when I pass by.

I am proud to say that Glaswegians have grasped this in the spirit that it is meant.  I would not be calling him names if I didn’t know and like him, therefore it is a positive rather than negative art statement. Long live our proud tradition of calling each other horrible names for fun.

I do not know if he has managed to persuade his moll to read the story to him but although I have not been uncritical, I could have gone into a lot more detail and the whole thing could have been a lot worse.

I do wish I could actually speak to him, but I am in no mood to be messed around yet again so I do not feel like compromising my comfort zone for a person who acted as he did.  If he wants to see me before it is no longer possible for legal reasons, he can do some work.  I should not have to.

Haven’t managed to move anything on this week for various reasons, but should get back to it shortly.

Ina

At long last, here it is:

Allah Must have Sent me an Angel

Do please download it rather than me putting it on the blog, it will need a bit of spreading around as I have not been writing for a while.

Enjoy

Ina