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Hey y’all!
I know I’ve not updated this tumblr in quite a while and that’s because I’ve not really being making any personal videos recently, for the past year at least. My life has become consumed with working full-time and doing the odd corporate video in my spare time. (all very boring, nothing of interest) Also, I’ve not been able to find anyone to work with recently as most people are always “busy”. Really I think they’re just lazy bastards.
Anyway, whilst I haven’t made any films, I have been writing, and recently I have started a new blog Loose Affiliation where I have started to put some of my new articles.
If you get chance please take a look. Hopefully I’ll be able to make some more short films in the near future and i’ll post them on Loose Affiliation.
Thanks x
hi, i was wondering how many followers do you have?
not many :s - i think it’s because this tumblr has not been that active for a while :(
I had a phone call today
it was from Czech Republic. At first I thought it was someone trying to sell me something, turns out it was a lady after permission to screen my film, Bradlin, on Czech television. Sweet.
I just went to view a flat and the estate agent didn’t even show up
i rang them and they told me i didn’t even have a booking - as if i fucking dreamt it or something.
i then rang the other estate agent who i had a viewing with who began to tell me that i was at the wrong place and had a viewing at a flat i viewed yesterday today at 1.
the point of the story is - don’t pretend you know when you’re talking about when you don’t
No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won’t hurt
TO JACK SCOTT, VANCOUVER SUN
October 1, 1958 57 Perry Street New York City
Sir,
I got a hell of a kick reading the piece Time magazine did this week on The Sun. In addition to wishing you the best of luck, I’d also like to offer my services.
Since I haven’t seen a copy of the “new” Sun yet, I’ll have to make this a tentative offer. I stepped into a dung-hole the last time I took a job with a paper I didn’t know anything about (see enclosed clippings) and I’m not quite ready to go charging up another blind alley.
By the time you get this letter, I’ll have gotten hold of some of the recent issues of The Sun. Unless it looks totally worthless, I’ll let my offer stand. And don’t think that my arrogance is unintentional: it’s just that I’d rather offend you now than after I started working for you.
I didn’t make myself clear to the last man I worked for until after I took the job. It was as if the Marquis de Sade had suddenly found himself working for Billy Graham. The man despised me, of course, and I had nothing but contempt for him and everything he stood for. If you asked him, he’d tell you that I’m “not very likable, (that I) hate people, (that I) just want to be left alone, and (that I) feel too superior to mingle with the average person.” (That’s a direct quote from a memo he sent to the publisher.)
Nothing beats having good references.
Of course if you asked some of the other people I’ve worked for, you’d get a different set of answers.
If you’re interested enough to answer this letter, I’ll be glad to furnish you with a list of references — including the lad I work for now.
The enclosed clippings should give you a rough idea of who I am. It’s a year old, however, and I’ve changed a bit since it was written. I’ve taken some writing courses from Columbia in my spare time, learned a hell of a lot about the newspaper business, and developed a healthy contempt for journalism as a profession.
As far as I’m concerned, it’s a damned shame that a field as potentially dynamic and vital as journalism should be overrun with dullards, bums, and hacks, hag-ridden with myopia, apathy, and complacence, and generally stuck in a bog of stagnant mediocrity. If this is what you’re trying to get The Sun away from, then I think I’d like to work for you.
Most of my experience has been in sports writing, but I can write everything from warmongering propaganda to learned book reviews.
I can work 25 hours a day if necessary, live on any reasonable salary, and don’t give a black damn for job security, office politics, or adverse public relations.
I would rather be on the dole than work for a paper I was ashamed of.
It’s a long way from here to British Columbia, but I think I’d enjoy the trip.
If you think you can use me, drop me a line.
If not, good luck anyway.
Sincerely, Hunter S. Thompson
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I’ve been applying for various jobs within film and television recently, but it seems that the majority of them are unpaid positions in or around London.
The idea is that you work unpaid for a small production company on one project, and they decide if you’re skilled enough to be paid to work on the next project. Or as I see it, you work for free on the first project, someone else works for free on the next one, someone else on the one after. Why employ people when you can have free labour?
The temptation is to move to London, get a job there and try my luck in my free time. Should I do this? Does anyone have any recommendations?
