Lille was very good. Sadly I only survived two hours of the neuf heure animation marathon but above is one of the posters, from my last post, in action at the event. Amazingly not only did they decorate the walls, they decorated the tables too:

I had to stand in front a crowd of French people (1,000 at one point) and talk English at them three times. This went ok for the first time, but the second time I thought it'd be silly to say the same thing as before so I tried to think of a second interesting thing to say. By the third time I didn't have anything very interesting to say at all. The moral of this story is that it's better to repeat yourself three times than to say sequentially less interesting different things.

Also worth noting is that when my film finished playing in front of the 1,000 strong crowd they started meowing - I assume because of le chat in my film but a small part of my brain was wondering whether people from primary school were back and mocking me for being called Felix; as in Felix the cat. I slept in the Fetal position that night.

A good festival if you get the chance to go.

Next up for The surprise demise of Francis Cooper's mother is the International Short Film Festival, Berlin at the beginning of November. Then it's in...
...here in Bristol in the middle of November.