What is exciting is the fact that we are in a good place to apply to the Wellcome Trust for the last £30K we need. They give grant funding for documentaries with a good science angle and encourage film release to be run in tandem with outreach programmes. Meaning in plain language is that Tom, Will and I and perhaps even more siblings and parentals and stuff could hit to the road to talk and exchange ideas (did I just write 'exchange ideas', Jeez) about disability and about being a family coping with disability and most importantly about Fragile X.
Did I just type that last sentence. The water up here is affecting my head
KTW hit the road in dreamy family bonding adventure?
Er yuh, think we all know how that ends...
Anyway, about to go to my first ever round table where I get three minutes to pitch the film to a bunch of TV commissioners and distributors and sorts who can get the film seen from here to Taiwan. If I wasn't so tired (read: hungover) after a heaving drinking fest in the bar of the Mercure Hotel, which functions as a sort of Soho House up here, I'd be nervous, but I'm not. Sometimes hangovers leave you only with enough energy to function and not enough energy to overthink and flap and generally behave like a saggy old cloth worrybag. Sometimes hangovers are not a terrible idea.
There are loads of great films on here, hopefully many will make it to our telly screens. Some are super highbrow and for the head nodders only stroking their cords and others are fabulously mainstream and entertaining without veering into the reality telly box turf. I liked Autumn Gold, Sex Magic, Basquiet, ummm, just realised what time is, got to dash. But the film programme at Sheffield is here
And here is the flyer we've been stuffing in the right people's pockets when we can...
Bye bye. Thanks. Love. Kate