I’m committing this statement to (virtual) paper so that you can hold me to it: no more videos in front of that bloody slate wall! If I have to edit one more thing with a grey background, I’m going to have to remove my own eyeballs with the barbecue tongs. And that would be no easy feat, let me tell you; it’s hard enough trying to pick up a hot sausage with them. Intricate surgical tool they are not…
It’s easy to get into a rut with making videos, especially after a fair few years of doing them (seven), and I think that I’ve become especially complacent with my backgrounds. I shoot in front of the slate wall because the light in that particular room is brilliant – it means I can always film in natural daylight, no faffing with stands and LED panels and all of that jazz. But also – and perhaps more importantly – the room with the slate wall is next to the bedroom, where I can plonk Ted the baby down, and it’s near to the living room so that I can keep an eye on Angelica. The convenience of this little makeshift studio is not to be sniffed at; it means that I can prep a video for an hour or so whilst in full charge of a toddler and a baby. So long as the baby is, y’know, asleep. And the toddler is playing with a puzzle and not trying to do headfirst dives from the end of the sofa. Anyway, goodbye studio of slate – you’ve been good to me, but I can no longer look upon you. In normal everyday life I ...