NYE. Lang May yer Lum Reek. Be good, be bad, but fannies we are all. ❤️🎉🏴🇮🇪
Auld blue eyes see’s red hoose.
I did a small part in a film with Tom back in the day. Back then I smoked, and during breaks of filming Tom would walk past me and say ‘Jock, wanna cig?’ We would go outside. He would talk to me staring out into the middle distance, never turning to look at me, much like when driving a car gives people permission to somehow be more open as the eyes are required somewhere more important. During this film I was auditioning my tits off for parts, and in one of these cig breaks I asked Tom ‘when’s the last time you auditioned?’ He took a long drag on his cig and said into the view ‘the 70s’. I said ‘Amazing!’ And he replied ‘Yeah….i’ve been very good for a long time now’. 👌Another day, he did the 1st take of a near 10 page speech in this film, sat down and waited for his next cig break. Then the assistant director came over and said ‘Great Tom, we’re gonna do that again’. To which Tom said ‘No we’re not, because that was perfect’. A gifted, beautiful, soulful actor of a forgotten precision, skill and outrageous but justified belief that we are losing. A titan. RIP Tom. Ps, he didn’t do that speech again. Because he was right. It was perfect first time. #tomwilkinson
The Bergensbanen Train. Oslo-Bergen. Mahoosive personal tick. Trains not drugs. 🇳🇴
The Bergensbanen Train. Oslo-Bergen. Mahoosive personal tick. Trains not drugs. 🇳🇴
The Bergensbanen Train. Oslo-Bergen. Mahoosive personal tick. Trains not drugs. 🇳🇴
The Bergensbanen Train. Oslo-Bergen. Mahoosive personal tick. Trains not drugs. 🇳🇴
The Bergensbanen Train. Oslo-Bergen. Mahoosive personal tick. Trains not drugs. 🇳🇴
The Bergensbanen Train. Oslo-Bergen. Mahoosive personal tick. Trains not drugs. 🇳🇴
