A Twilight Zone kind of week...

Yup, it's been a strange old week in so many different ways.

On a down note (Twilight Zone 1), there have been not one, not two, but three recent deaths in my circle of acquaintances - all sudden, all totally unexpected (two heart attacks and an asthma attack), all young guys under their forties. Odd & nasty coincidences? Started me wondering about one's own mortality, and what one has left undone and unsaid.

So, one small first step- a short missive to all the women out there who've truly meant something to me. To Zoe, Emma, Alana, Sally and Helena - I may never have had the courage and self-confidence to take our relationships to 'the next level' (wherever that may have led), but know that like a comet through the darkest of firmaments you each briefly illuminated my dreary life in your own special way, and made me feel a better and richer man for having known you. I thank you all.

'K, nuff slush before I really tear up...

Been a gnarly week at work as well. Criminally early start one day (2.30am!) to do a live webcast taking in New York, Tulsa, London, Paris and Bangalore. Bit more nervous-making than doing your average wedding video I gotta tell you. Still, all went well and the client walked away chuffed. Strangely (Twilight Zone 2), the producer was one of my clients way back when I worked as a video editor who I hadn't seen in nigh on eight years. She still looked scarily young and attractive, although as aloof and haughty as ever. Although I got the polite smile and the 'oh, yeah, I remember you too', her blank stare told me otherwise. Guess my pal Ian is right - as far as women are concerned I'm the Invisible Man - no matter what one tries, you walk past 'em the next day, say 'hi' and it's '...and you are?' in response. This is the cross I must bear, and though it tasks me sorely I will bear it...there will be a reckoning some day, I figure.

Strange, though, how people perceive/misperceive others. Twilight Zone 3 - on Friday I was on my way home after a long ol' shoot in Newquay followed by a seven-hour drive back to London. There I was, standing on the train platform, after midnight, minding my own business, when up walks a young blonde woman who asks me for directions. Which I give in my usual non-committal, non-plussed way. When her train arrived, as she walked passed me and boarded she turned and smiled at me and said, out of the blue, 'you're the nicest and kindest person I've ever met on the Tube' - and then she was gone. Threw me more than little, I have to say; things like that generally don't happen, 1) on public transport in London, and more importantly 2) to me personally. Perhaps she saw something in me beneath my unprepossessing & scruffy exterior (I'd like to think), or more likely she was just very, very drunk. Or perhaps she was a serial killer and I have just had the closest shave of my life.

Guess I'll never know...