I have learned today that Matt Damon and George Clooney are making a film set during the War (presumably the Second World one) in the nearby village of Duxford. Actually, they are probably filming at the Duxford wing of the Imperial War Museum rather than the village itself which doesn’t shout wartime at the visiting film crew (or didn’t on my last visit which had a more late Medieval/early Renaissance vibe).
I can’t say I’ve seen either of the chaps in Budgens or Fish’n’Chicken – but perhaps they have people to fetch them lunch (or make their own sandwiches before going out of a morn – something I have often intended but almost never succeeded in actually doing). Apparently, they have even been spotted using a Cambridge municipal gym (not by me I should stress) – well, weight training without a “spot” can be a tad dangerous.
However, this lack of celebrity action is not my main problem with this news. Why I haven’t I been offered a part? As this blog has recently revealed, I am quite the frustrated actor and I could be in Duxford in less than 15 minutes on my bike. I can only assume that being away for most of May meant that I have missed out on my Hollywood debut. Clearly, I need an agent to look after my interests when I’m otherwise engaged (or, for that matter, vacant). So, who fancies representing me in my meteoric rise to the dizzy heights of A-list celebrity? (Always an odd phrase that, surely meteorites are more famous for falling than rising? Does the phrase pre-date Newton? Or just represent a basic failure to understand the gravity of the situation?)