Sat night in Los Angeles, I'm hanging having a cigarette outside the Beauty Bar. A guy who's drinking in the Tokio Bar next door, is pitching me his movie idea, he needs a screenwriter for his project.
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I've been in LA for over 4 weeks and it's been a heavy few weeks.
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Last weekend the magazine I intern for, send me on my first Press Junket sponsored by Touchstone pictures! Free film ticket, free pass for popcorn and a drink, how can I write them a bad review? The press pack I'm given at the cinema, a short walk from my studio, contains the plans for the press interviews to be held in Beverly Hills the following day. How exciting.
This being my first press junket, I'm freaked to see the Director of the film give a speech to the audience, sipping on their free cokes and munching their free food.
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Luckily, the film is good, but I can't help feeling, I'm being too nice, because I've been treated so damn nice by Touchstone! I get a little star struck watching the film, crossing off the actors sitting around the front rows. The strangest trip to the movies I've ever taken.
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Less than a week later, I'm at home with my first real guests. A friend is over from London, crashing at my place, so I invite a friend over who lives in my artsy Hollywood apartment building. My neighbour is a record producer and he arrives with one of his artists, we all discuss the merits of living in London. The producer is a Californian and the rapper from Chicago. In the middle of all this, my friend from London sits on the futon, the two Americans are struggling to understand his Brummie accent. I can tell my friend is finding this all overwhelming, welcome to LA, pal.
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It's my friends first Saturday in LA, but he's still suffering culture shock and heat shock, only a few days fresh from sub zero England.
This being Hollywood, we can take a walking tour of Hollywood's bars. It's been a tough week at school and on Friday I lost something very dear to me from home. I wanted to drown my sorrows.
First stop, Broadner's, a Hollywood Dive Bar legend of old. Cool music plays in the hushed lights, this has a neighbourhood bar feel. Our drinks angel tells us how to get to a few more local pubs, we down our third round and head out.
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We didn't know what to expect from the Beauty Bar, we walk in to find exactly what it says on the tin, a beauty bar. Women lounge and get their nails done; this is a salon with a bar! It has a Doris Day feel and although it worries us we're the only guys in the place, it soon balances out.
My English friend is still freaked, I leave him at the bar to go outside for a smoke, I promise I'll be back in five....
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N. Cahuenga Blvd is alive with LA hipsters, posers and the usual actors of the homeless. A guy who turns up to be a director bums a light from me and pitches me his project, I'm hooked.
In a Los Angeles minute, we're swapping numbers, I want to write the screenplay, have a look at his beat outline.
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Back in the Beauty Bar, 30 minutes later, I find my friend, a latino guy is buying him a drink, he thinks his accent is hilarous.
It's gone midnight when my friend and I pile into a blue and white cab, onto our next lounge bar a few blocks away. No-one walks in LA, especially after downing a a few Blue Rinses(blue-raspberry vodka, sweet and sour, Chambord.
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In the afternoon my friends snoring on the futon wakes me from my bed. Having a friend crash on your futon is fine, but it's pretty shit when one has to sleep in the same room. I'm counting down the days until I have my peace back. In LA you need peace in your home.
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As if to prove it, we go for brunch, or is that luinner( it's 3pm) we head to Wilcox and Sunset and chill at a trendy coffee spot. Our peace is shattered when a small army of protesters gather, a rally against Tom Cruise and Scientology.
The masked protestors hold up placards, some which read 'Honk if you don't like Tom Cruise'. Hollywood traffic honks it approval on a lazy Sunday afternoon on Sunset.
Sat night in Los Angeles, I'm hanging having a cigarette outside the Beauty Bar. A guy who's drinking in the Tokio Bar next door, is pitching me his movie idea, he needs a screenwriter for his project.
---------------------------------
I've been in LA for over 4 weeks and it's been a heavy few weeks.
-------------
Last weekend the magazine I intern for, send me on my first Press Junket sponsored by Touchstone pictures! Free film ticket, free pass for popcorn and a drink, how can I write them a bad review? The press pack I'm given at the cinema, a short walk from my studio, contains the plans for the press interviews to be held in Beverly Hills the following day. How exciting.
This being my first press junket, I'm freaked to see the Director of the film give a speech to the audience, sipping on their free cokes and munching their free food.
-------------------------------------------
Luckily, the film is good, but I can't help feeling, I'm being too nice, because I've been treated so damn nice by Touchstone! I get a little star struck watching the film, crossing off the actors sitting around the front rows. The strangest trip to the movies I've ever taken.
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Less than a week later, I'm at home with my first real guests. A friend is over from London, crashing at my place, so I invite a friend over who lives in my artsy Hollywood apartment building. My neighbour is a record producer and he arrives with one of his artists, we all discuss the merits of living in London. The producer is a Californian and the rapper from Chicago. In the middle of all this, my friend from London sits on the futon, the two Americans are struggling to understand his Brummie accent. I can tell my friend is finding this all overwhelming, welcome to LA, pal.
-------------------------------------
It's my friends first Saturday in LA, but he's still suffering culture shock and heat shock, only a few days fresh from sub zero England.
This being Hollywood, we can take a walking tour of Hollywood's bars. It's been a tough week at school and on Friday I lost something very dear to me from home. I wanted to drown my sorrows.
First stop, Broadner's, a Hollywood Dive Bar legend of old. Cool music plays in the hushed lights, this has a neighbourhood bar feel. Our drinks angel tells us how to get to a few more local pubs, we down our third round and head out.
-------------------
We didn't know what to expect from the Beauty Bar, we walk in to find exactly what it says on the tin, a beauty bar. Women lounge and get their nails done; this is a salon with a bar! It has a Doris Day feel and although it worries us we're the only guys in the place, it soon balances out.
My English friend is still freaked, I leave him at the bar to go outside for a smoke, I promise I'll be back in five....
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N. Cahuenga Blvd is alive with LA hipsters, posers and the usual actors of the homeless. A guy who turns up to be a director bums a light from me and pitches me his project, I'm hooked.
In a Los Angeles minute, we're swapping numbers, I want to write the screenplay, have a look at his beat outline.
----------------
Back in the Beauty Bar, 30 minutes later, I find my friend, a latino guy is buying him a drink, he thinks his accent is hilarous.
It's gone midnight when my friend and I pile into a blue and white cab, onto our next lounge bar a few blocks away. No-one walks in LA, especially after downing a a few Blue Rinses(blue-raspberry vodka, sweet and sour, Chambord.
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In the afternoon my friends snoring on the futon wakes me from my bed. Having a friend crash on your futon is fine, but it's pretty shit when one has to sleep in the same room. I'm counting down the days until I have my peace back. In LA you need peace in your home.
--------------------
As if to prove it, we go for brunch, or is that luinner( it's 3pm) we head to Wilcox and Sunset and chill at a trendy coffee spot. Our peace is shattered when a small army of protesters gather, a rally against Tom Cruise and Scientology.
The masked protestors hold up placards, some which read 'Honk if you don't like Tom Cruise'. Hollywood traffic honks it approval on a lazy Sunday afternoon on Sunset.
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