The Life of A Persona Far Greater Than My Own

I seem to begin most posts with an apology.

I shant this time.

Sorry.

Bugger.

It has been a rather bizarre 3 weeks thus far and it is not about to end swiftly.

As some of you may know already we had to return to Ireland to re-shoot and finish up the final episode of Camelot. This was due to my foolish self deciding to break my ankle at the penultimate week of filming.

Upon our return to the emerald isle we were met with smiles and joy from crew members and cast alike, who had not been seen for 3 months. Fantastically it was like we had never been apart. Like an old schoolfriend reunited after years away the atmosphere on set was sheer bliss.

It was strange to think that only 3 months previously our location had been bitter cold and most inhospitable but now the blessed sun had decided to grace us with its grand presence to wish us on our merry way.  

Without spoiling the show for you i shall only indulge minor details of what was done.

A lot of sword fighting and manliness, a bit of singing and a little cry.

We polished up what we needed from that week and made our way hence to Cape Town.

Why Cape Town you ask.

One of our most pretty cast members (the delightful Philip Winchester) is there shooting a new TV show in which he is the star. We needed dear Philip because aside from him being some kick-ass CIA, FBI, MI5 whatdyacallit in his new show he is also one of our most treasured knights and too was involved in our re-shoots.

Naturally our gorgeous week of weather did not follow us to Cape Town.

I blame the Irish cast member Diarmaid Murtagh (who is a fantastic Brastias) and bless his soul / hole, he took sole responsibility.

We landed sometime early in the week (I cannot give specifics as both time and space seem to have alluded me recently). It was grey. Very grey. Table mountain was covered in a misty haze that so often surrounds it during the Winter months there. Thankfully towards the end of our time there the weather cleared and we were given 3 days of Sunshine that only Cape Town can offer.

We fought. Hard. In all our leathers, capes and chaos. We perspired, returning to our plush hotel most days drenched in quite literally blood, sweat and tears. But let me assure you that what we got during the past 2 weeks is something rather magical and a fantastic climax to the first epic season of Camelot.

Officially wrapping up Saturday past we all said our thank yous and our goodbyes to crew and each other. Emotional though it was there was a grand sense of achievement that seemed to flow through us all.

Our flight out was canceled, dull, scuppering my plans to see friends and loved ones before i had to head off to New York to begin a press tour for said show (Camelot)

I therefore had 24 hour journey from Cape Town International to JFK with a layover in London lasting all of 2 hours.

This must be dull for you to read. its dull for me to type. Lets move on.

I landed in JFK and was promptly taken to my hotel where i would be staying for the next 4 days and so began a whirlwind press tour meeting lovely people from magazines, talking to interesting folks from radio shows and doing a live TV interview with a man named Jim, who for someone that had woken up at 3.30am was surprisingly chipper.

I left cold and rainy New York yesterday.

I am now in Cannes.

It is stunning.

Very glam.

Joseph and Eva join me shortly.

We shall have fun.

I make my way to 2 more continents before officially heading home to begin recording our bands 1st E.P.

I look forward to it immensely.

This is what i have been doing.

Hope you didn’t fall asleep.

Much love JCB.

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