The Joneses have left the building…

Well, the search is on hold for now. At least until either a) Michael is located or b) we can recruit someone else to help (any offers gratefully received).

Dawn and Ian have asked me to state that they are unavailable for comment…no news of Cherry….

Missing in action

Michael J Knight is missing. Any information regarding his whereabouts should be posted in the forum.

Many thanks.

92: Mr Jones

Apologies. Michael J Knight has not submitted a blog today. Details to follow.

Music by Whiteroom.

Bad Smell

That term I spent at college in Sussex I bought joss sticks from a shop called Spiritual Moon cos my room reeked.

The girl in the shop was quite interesting about comparative religion and we became friendly and went for drinks sometimes and she played an illuminated Danfive Xeron acolyte with a double-ended warhammer. Her name was Cherry Ledojo and things went wrong.

I wish I’d just opened a window instead.

Full stop

Call the executioner,
My head’s on a stump.
But they’ll be no fight,
No intention of flight,
I’ll accept my fate with good humour.

I refuse to be the last party guest
Who having laughed, sang and danced
Doesn’t know that it’s best
To go.
Now.

I’m not one to outstay my welcome.

91: Road movie

Art house cinema – it takes me back. As a student I created a film entitled ‘Societies Rejects’ – it was a 7 hour continuous shot from the bottom of a rubbish bin as it filled up.

Unfortunately the first thing to be dropped in was a large cup of coke. It broke the record mechanism so most of the film was just black. Commercialism destroys art yet again.

Michael J Knight

Music by Whiteroom.

Critical Viewing

I was five when my mum first took me to Cov Odeon. I remember thinking “I’ll never top that”. And I never did.

Love & Light,

Dawn x

Picture by markhillary_Odeon cinema Muswell Hill

Movie Pitch

I’m wondering if Tina’s ‘The Road to Me’ will be sort of like Mad Max or more like Driving Miss Daisy. Maybe a bit of both.

Actually, that’s a good idea. A film about the post-apocalyptic chauffeur of a thousand-year-old woman who is the only person who can remember how things were before a disastrous event.

He has to protect her precious knowledge at all costs from massive gangs of robots, zombies and mutants.

That’s brilliant.

90: Ruth and Bruce

Dreams are like buses, they all seem to come in twenty sevens…

Dialogue

To be honest i’ve been fretting over conversing with high-brow arty types but I’have hit upon a plan – I’ll simply remain mute.

I’ll probably be accepted as enigmatic but if questionned, I’ll explain it away as a political protest.

Love & light

Dawn X

Twenty-Seven

The M62 which throttles Manchester is the only Motorway in Britain that has exactly 27 junctions.

Dawn was driving at exactly 27mph around it to make a point, until I made the point that we were going to miss seeing Tina. She insisted I make the point 27 times in order for it to hit significance.

Picture by Daniel Hughes

89: Back to Blighty

Back to Blighty. I return to England with mixed emotions.

For one, there are still siblings to meet in other countries; interesting characters, that for now, may not feature in my documentary.

On the other hand, I’ll be able to nip into Waitrose for my favourite Potato salad.

Michael J Knight

The Motion of the Ocean

My mind’s as restless as the sea. Wave upon wave of fears and torment.

Trust me, you wouldn’t want a paddle.

Love & Light

Dawn x

picture by PhillipC_Cook Strait ferries from Owhiro Bay, Wellington 24 April 2005

Last Crumbs

My last meal on the continent was some Pelvus on that last bit of waffle from the water cooler.

No time for a pop stop.

picture by marklarson_Waffles on a plate

88: The Windmills of her Mind

I’m not sure whose side to take on this argument. Neither I suppose.

A documentary film maker should always remain objective.

Maybe the windmill will have a calming influence.

Michael J Knight