Sunday, 26 June 2011

24-in-24: Done.


5.09am: Yeah! The best thing about this event was something I never even considered when we thought of this event. Getting to be out, in your neighbourhood, your community, at every single hour of the day and night. It's like being your own stop-motion camera. And it's awesome.

24-in-24 the 24th.


5am: Sun up quiet victory euphoria run. (This one's incredibly wobbly, so you don't have to watch it all. You'll get the idea rather quickly.)

24-in-24 23rdmilehour


4am: PENULTIMATE MILE

24-in-24 mile22 eeee



3am: Ah! So quiet! So nice! We should always hang out outside at 3am.

24-in-24 21sthourmileohmygosh.


2am: Getting tired. No, guys, for real. For real.

24-in-24 20th hour.


1am:We see a cat under a car and a car under a cat.

24-in-24 mile...19...


12am: The witching-running hour, featuring...ANOTHER TWO SPECIAL GUESTS! Kind of.

24-in-24 omg it's mile 18



11pm: ParkintheDark.

24-in-24 the 17th installment.


10pm: Now it's really dark.

24-in-24 mile 16! 16 hours!


9pm: In which it is getting dark.

24-in-24 15 miles, jeepers.



8pm: Featuring a SPECIAL GUEST STAR!

24-in-24 mile 14 hour



7pm: Charlie's back, we go up for beer.

Saturday, 25 June 2011

24-in-24 mile-hour 13


6pm: way past half!

24-in-24 HALF WAY!


5pm: The half-way mile/hour! Still sideways.

24-in-24 the 11th hourmile



4pm= pigs!

24-in-24 10miles



3pm: up and up.

24-in-24 9miles, 9hours.

24-in-24 8miles!



1pm: When the hunger hit.

24-in-24 the seventh hour, aka high noon.



Okay. So all the ones I filmed are sideways. It's a statement.

24-in-24 6miles! That's about 10km!



"Raining for real now."

24-in-24 hour/mile 5

24-in-24 the fourth. Mile. And hour (10am)



Sorry about the sideways ones. But, hey, pet shop! What utilitarian running!

24-in-24 thirdmile! (hour also)



To the canal, I say!

24-in-24 hour/mile 2

The second mile. Still earlier than I'm normally up...
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24-in-24, HOUR 1!

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Wednesday, 8 June 2011

Karlsruhe is a small German town.


We sleep in the cafe, and upon waking, run up and down the Hamburg ports. Then we get to shower; oh, it's a new day.

Karlsruhe, a seven hour drive south, is a TV set of a town. Complete with friendly, comical, recurring walk-ons. There was one man in coveralls who looked like he had just walked away from an exciting, and messy, DIY project, who we saw walk by as we had dinner before the gig, who came to the gig, and who walked by again, this time saying hello, when we were having breakfast the next morning. Karlsruhe is that kind of place.

Also, this was the show where the audience wanted three encores. Demanded. But I only have one. So I made two up, hoping nobody noticed. This is my job.