I put my agitprop comedy theatre and my cinematic art ambitions aside, swallowed my pride and threw myself into the absurd world of Soap Opera. The work was relentless and demanding, a grinding sausage factory of five day a week TV.
I found that one of the most enjoyable and interesting tasks of an agent's assistant is to submit the selections in response to a casting call, mainly because the agent's suggestions often baffled me, but also because I enjoy seeing the very earliest stages of a production.
As a filmmaker 'Immigration Street' makes me sad because it glaringly captures on camera the fact that our media industry is an 'us and them' scenario. Why weren't any of the filmmakers immigrants? Why was every single crew member I saw white skinned?
Finally, I figured out the reason for the disturbance. It was none other than Aneurin Bevan, the architect of the National Health Service, spinning in his grave. Yes, I was watching Channel 4's NHS: £2 Billion a Week & Counting.