The unstoppable juggernaut got held up by gastric flu. Apparently we can't insure against wet weather. Gales and rain forecast for Sunday.
On the plus side, we've got the people, the gear and the goddammitwe'vegotthisfar-ness we need, and hey, who here hasn't spent 12 hours in the rain on location in Britain? (Someone remind me - why do we do this, again?)
On Thursday the schedule gets a final going over and Friday the call sheets get issued. That's the theory anyway. And if anyone's actually reading this, see you soon!
