Today is cold and dreary again, so I headed down to the Villiage Hot Bake for some curry pies. David was there, which surprised me. He'd just flown in on assignment and had not yet converted his pounds to dollars. So the felt that if he told them he was a famous documentary maker they'd give him a sausage roll and cup of tea. It wasn't working. I congratulated him on his work in The Life Of Plants, and mentioned the time lapse photography was amazing. He gave credit to the amazing BBC crews, which is fair enough I suppose. All David did was present the show, really. He looked hungry so I gave him one of my pies, and hassled him a bit more about doing a special on bats; a 'Life Of Bats' sort of thing. He laughed and told me to piss off. He didn't say that until after he'd finished the pie, of course. What a bastard.
He mentioned Trent is still pretty pissed off at me over that Brittany prank I pulled on him. Apparently I owe him a bastard-strength beer or two for that.