I was at work and there was tv filming going on, which I discovered was for two productions: “Orac” and “Orac 2”.
Obviously I totally lost my shit and had to run down the director, (who was actually a special fx guy that my doctor boss is friends with.) I explained that I knew what Orac was and that he obviously wanted the very spot I work in to stand in for the Liberator flight deck.
I wheedled and cajoled and begged (two more people then joined me in this chorus) to let me watch on set and I guess, work there. I think he said yes.
They cleared out, and then I was alone at the back of an empty giant freighter ship far out at sea. I sat on the deck as far astern as I could and thought about my good luck. The deck was a dangerous place to be, but I stayed there.
