The Photoshoot
One scorching Saturday. Six rolls of film. Two hundred and fourteen takes. A lovely family who have never once given us a surname. Stu insists every frame is genuine, and Stu signs the cheques.
Right, we’ll be straight with you — it’s the whole business model. Stu maintains this was a proper photoshoot: sunburn, sausage rolls, a bloke holding a reflector for nine hours, the lot.
Every frame below is untouched. Count the fingers if you fancy it. Squint at the number plates. Ask yourself why the car key looks strange. We stopped asking around take 90.
The one Stu approved
Two hundred and fourteen takes. One winner. Stu circled this frame in red chinagraph at 6:14pm, said "that's the one, don't touch it", and went to the pub.
✓ 49B — that's the one
Straight off the roll
And here's how we got there. Give one a poke to see it big. No filters, no retouching, no photographer — the dialogue, however, is verbatim.
Negatives held at Lot 5, Old Highway. Ask for Stu. Do not ask for the negatives.
Continuity Report
LOT 5 · OLD HIGHWAY · DAY 1 OF 1Two. Occasionally two and a bit.
Three different shirts. Same afternoon. Same shirt.
Reproduces when unobserved. Now spans four postcodes.
Grew roughly 400% between shot 014 and shot 038. The boy declined to comment.
Decorative only. Not to be relied upon for navigation.
Forty-seven counted across a crew of six. Maths ongoing.
Ran beautifully. Has no engine. Both statements verified.
Crew & Credits
IN ORDER OF ENTHUSIASM
Enough showbiz. Want one?
The websites are real, mind you. Hand-built, warranted, and photographed by nobody at all.