The Eagles have landed (blog no.16)
Now everything is almost in place, we just nailed the catering today with a guy named Giovanni Gordini and despite the obvious Italian name, a heritage from his Father, he is very much an Irish man and a strong character, who likes a good wise crack. We have established on a quid pro quo basis, that he will be providing both lunch catered to be picked up everyday by us, and dinner at night to be had in the family restaurant 'The Allegro' in Tralee, and all this in return for a percentage investment. What a massive relief as I was about to get flattened under this comet heading straight for earth, until Gio as he is known, and who is a friend of Alan’s, stepped it to fend off calamity. This is yet another brilliant contribution from Alan’s endlessly generous spirit and energy, I was actually in the Bank re-signing papers again for the Visa card, while Alan was meeting Gio, and he called me to come in and pitch it to him, there I was once more sat across from an individual watching intently as I hopped back on my bike and began peddling like a fruit cake. Yada yada yada yada yada...
I am off to the airport with Daithi in the morning, 5 O’clock kick off, ALL FINGERS AND TOES CROSSED…let the chips fall where they may, I have done my best, now it is in the hands of faith. And there has been a certain feeling of faith about this entire expedition, lady luck has been on our side, which can cause a certain dizzy feeling, since being Irish our natural disposition is to probably expect any day now a funny fucking clown to leap from this box and blow a tasselled honker in our faces. No sign yet, and I don't think he is going to show as I tend to trust the energies that I have rallied together, Daithi, Alan, Joanne and myself, simply mentioning the Irish contribution are all of a stripe more orientated to leaps and bounds when it comes to getting things done, we certainly do not crawl, and so the fences have been speeding by like a heady trip to the Galway Races, and there is a lot at stake on this horse, named SPIDERHOLE. "Come on Spiderhole move your bloomin arse!!!!!."
Daithi and myself are in usual chipper form as we make our merry way to Shannon, and the crew are somewhere out there on the rim of the Atlantic. It is a grand morning once again, and I had a few funny lines with Daniel before I left wishing me luck, who is tucked up in bed with I suspect the entire script playing through his brain.
April 19th 2008 and all is quiet this morning. I am a little hung over. AS YES WE GOT THE CREW INTO THE COUNTRY!!!!!!!!!! But WITHOUT the equipment????? Daithi and myself were splitting our sides on the way up, as we pressed the limits of sanity over the course of the journey, two particularly disturbed minds pushing at the borders. In fact that morning as I walked the beach when the Geese all flew in formation I watched a dog bound along the water line after some sea gulls that just laughed back at him from their secure vantage point, and I thought about how beautiful he was, so powerful, swift and strong, and that I will need to have a heart like his if I am to pump out the energy needed for this shoot, and then immediately the wit side of my soul jumped to the fore and reassured me that I was half way there already, since I may not have the heart of a dog just yet, but I definitely have the MIND OF A DOG.
We arrived at Shannon and grabbed some coffee’s and waited, the flight was 15 minutes late. TICK TOCK TICK TOCK are they going to make it through? After some time passengers began to spill out of the arrivals gate, and Daithi got into position to document the hoped for moment of me delighting in embracing our most welcome guests. The doors swing open and a tall giddy looking character appears to have a snoop over the security line, he has a word with the security guy, and I sense that this is Sean, don’t ask me why, so I call to him, and right enough, it was. The other’s were through immigration and waiting for their bags as was he, but he was itching to get out and smoke. Alas I could relax that there were no complications, thank the LORD! Then after some time, a group appeared, initially I did not recognize Vinit, he seemed smaller than I had construed from that photograph of him we saw on www.creativecow.com where he just seemed to loom large next to his Red Camera, anyway I soon twigged it was him, and off I went to hug and welcome our new friends. Pamela was visibly tried but happy to hug, Vinti was fresh looking with bright generous eyes, and what appears a composed and competent personality. Pierre was strong and humble of aura.
The gang all piled into the crew cab and we headed for customs to get the SKID. Arriving to a few ladies still a wee bit sleepy, only to discover that it was still in transit from Dublin and would not be there until 2.30 that afternoon. SHIT!!! Now what?? we decided to push on for my house and possibly come back that afternoon or the following morning. Sean looks to be a large character, full of smiles and warm enthusiasm and so we all broke the mold and spirited a lively conversation which made the journey sail away. Vinit was also keen to chat and discuss some Irishry, as was Pierre, Pamela slept. And alas we pulled into the side of my home and the guys gasped at the sight of the expansive ocean and distant mountains that spread out to greet their tired souls.
They all unloaded their gear and came into the house to meet Daniel, and have a delicious breakfast prepared by my parents who are equally excited by this whole enterprise of ours. We all laughed and talked through an Irish fry up with lots of coffee and a magical view. Here they were, our golden crew on terra ferma, and delighted to be in Ireland, and music to our ears, wanting to go and see the location as soon as. Wooo!!! no flies, all business, let's rock. I called Brian Nolan and he offered to drive the van back in the morning to the airport to pick up the Red Camera and all it's bells and whistles. This was great as I saw it as a good opportunity for Vinit and Brain to get to know one another over the course of the drive, a four hour round trip. That afternoon we all went along to see the location and they were well impressed by Daithi and Kev's crazed masterpiece. Vinit and Sean scanning every detail and digesting the main course of what it was we are about to consume, and I can tell you we are taking one bit fucking bite of the APPLE.
After this I took the boys to Quinlins pub in Tralee for the best Guinness to be had and we all toasted to the coming days. The excitement and camaraderie was palpable on the air and it felt to me absolutely right that this quantum leap of trust should have transpired between Vinit and I as to my mind almost miraculously here he was smiling that handsome smile of his and raising a glass to the heavens. Next morning he and Brian pushed off early after I introduced them, and flew off on my cycle, with all fingers crossed that the equipment was going to clear customs without a hitch. A couple of hours later as we were once again at breakfast I get the call that THE EAGLE HAS LANDED. Praise the Lord.......
I am off to the airport with Daithi in the morning, 5 O’clock kick off, ALL FINGERS AND TOES CROSSED…let the chips fall where they may, I have done my best, now it is in the hands of faith. And there has been a certain feeling of faith about this entire expedition, lady luck has been on our side, which can cause a certain dizzy feeling, since being Irish our natural disposition is to probably expect any day now a funny fucking clown to leap from this box and blow a tasselled honker in our faces. No sign yet, and I don't think he is going to show as I tend to trust the energies that I have rallied together, Daithi, Alan, Joanne and myself, simply mentioning the Irish contribution are all of a stripe more orientated to leaps and bounds when it comes to getting things done, we certainly do not crawl, and so the fences have been speeding by like a heady trip to the Galway Races, and there is a lot at stake on this horse, named SPIDERHOLE. "Come on Spiderhole move your bloomin arse!!!!!."
Daithi and myself are in usual chipper form as we make our merry way to Shannon, and the crew are somewhere out there on the rim of the Atlantic. It is a grand morning once again, and I had a few funny lines with Daniel before I left wishing me luck, who is tucked up in bed with I suspect the entire script playing through his brain.
April 19th 2008 and all is quiet this morning. I am a little hung over. AS YES WE GOT THE CREW INTO THE COUNTRY!!!!!!!!!! But WITHOUT the equipment????? Daithi and myself were splitting our sides on the way up, as we pressed the limits of sanity over the course of the journey, two particularly disturbed minds pushing at the borders. In fact that morning as I walked the beach when the Geese all flew in formation I watched a dog bound along the water line after some sea gulls that just laughed back at him from their secure vantage point, and I thought about how beautiful he was, so powerful, swift and strong, and that I will need to have a heart like his if I am to pump out the energy needed for this shoot, and then immediately the wit side of my soul jumped to the fore and reassured me that I was half way there already, since I may not have the heart of a dog just yet, but I definitely have the MIND OF A DOG.
We arrived at Shannon and grabbed some coffee’s and waited, the flight was 15 minutes late. TICK TOCK TICK TOCK are they going to make it through? After some time passengers began to spill out of the arrivals gate, and Daithi got into position to document the hoped for moment of me delighting in embracing our most welcome guests. The doors swing open and a tall giddy looking character appears to have a snoop over the security line, he has a word with the security guy, and I sense that this is Sean, don’t ask me why, so I call to him, and right enough, it was. The other’s were through immigration and waiting for their bags as was he, but he was itching to get out and smoke. Alas I could relax that there were no complications, thank the LORD! Then after some time, a group appeared, initially I did not recognize Vinit, he seemed smaller than I had construed from that photograph of him we saw on www.creativecow.com where he just seemed to loom large next to his Red Camera, anyway I soon twigged it was him, and off I went to hug and welcome our new friends. Pamela was visibly tried but happy to hug, Vinti was fresh looking with bright generous eyes, and what appears a composed and competent personality. Pierre was strong and humble of aura.
The gang all piled into the crew cab and we headed for customs to get the SKID. Arriving to a few ladies still a wee bit sleepy, only to discover that it was still in transit from Dublin and would not be there until 2.30 that afternoon. SHIT!!! Now what?? we decided to push on for my house and possibly come back that afternoon or the following morning. Sean looks to be a large character, full of smiles and warm enthusiasm and so we all broke the mold and spirited a lively conversation which made the journey sail away. Vinit was also keen to chat and discuss some Irishry, as was Pierre, Pamela slept. And alas we pulled into the side of my home and the guys gasped at the sight of the expansive ocean and distant mountains that spread out to greet their tired souls.
They all unloaded their gear and came into the house to meet Daniel, and have a delicious breakfast prepared by my parents who are equally excited by this whole enterprise of ours. We all laughed and talked through an Irish fry up with lots of coffee and a magical view. Here they were, our golden crew on terra ferma, and delighted to be in Ireland, and music to our ears, wanting to go and see the location as soon as. Wooo!!! no flies, all business, let's rock. I called Brian Nolan and he offered to drive the van back in the morning to the airport to pick up the Red Camera and all it's bells and whistles. This was great as I saw it as a good opportunity for Vinit and Brain to get to know one another over the course of the drive, a four hour round trip. That afternoon we all went along to see the location and they were well impressed by Daithi and Kev's crazed masterpiece. Vinit and Sean scanning every detail and digesting the main course of what it was we are about to consume, and I can tell you we are taking one bit fucking bite of the APPLE.
After this I took the boys to Quinlins pub in Tralee for the best Guinness to be had and we all toasted to the coming days. The excitement and camaraderie was palpable on the air and it felt to me absolutely right that this quantum leap of trust should have transpired between Vinit and I as to my mind almost miraculously here he was smiling that handsome smile of his and raising a glass to the heavens. Next morning he and Brian pushed off early after I introduced them, and flew off on my cycle, with all fingers crossed that the equipment was going to clear customs without a hitch. A couple of hours later as we were once again at breakfast I get the call that THE EAGLE HAS LANDED. Praise the Lord.......
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I like your posts Spiderhole! Very interesting story.
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