Very much enjoying making silly things throughout lockdown, so am putting them all in a thread here. If you like what I do, the dream is to get about 500 people to buy me a £3 coffee a month so I can just continue pumping out nonsense here for free. ko-fi.com/matthighton
If you can't afford that, obviously don't do it - I'll still be an idiot! Likes & shares give me delicious dopamine, so are a sustainable alternative. Or if you're a reckless millionaire a one off donation of a cool 20k? Anyway lets start with good old Liz
Here's The Voice a very silly short film I made with @JozNorris and @jonbrittain about the voice of Siri. As ever turning iPhones off before watching very much advised.
The original Stock Footage recreation (and therefor the Sandy Cohen father figure of the series). It's the intro of the O.C.
Distress Call: This short film was shot pre lockdown, I just wanted to see if I could film in my kitchen but make it look like space. I love this so much and want more people to see it.
Morrisey hitting a spider. The video no one went for, but I'm putting in because I'm so happy with how real the spider hit came out using photos of a table and some flowers.😆
And finally, once again, here's the 52 second epic that is Alan Sugars DOOM. And that's about everything so far 🥴thanks if you made it this far/still following.
If you’ve not seen this long egotistical thread before it’s just a place for all the dumb stuff I’ve been making since April last year. If you want to support me with sweet sweet cash you can do so here. But shares and follows also appreciated 😘
Was just missing pubs and started to think about the three years during Uni, I worked at a Yatses in Leeds. Here’s a highlight thread of some of the most violent, disgusting and unbelievable things I saw during my time there.
I saw a mother and daughter fight each other when they realised they’d been fingered by the same man, on the same night, in the same toilet cubicle. They were back out the next night.
One night I had to use a bin as a shield as a small riot/brawl started and people were rushing the bar to try and grab booze. All I could do was Gandalf it, trying not to let them pass. But again, holding a bin against a load of wronguns in Burberry after a bottle of Archers.
THREAD If we allow ourselves to accept the concept of the Shoe People (1987-92), a show about sentient shoes living in Shoe Town, then we also must accept the overwhelming grief layered within. This is a town united in loss. Each shoe a surviving single of a once inseparable pair
Initially a quirky, cheerful idea. What we are actually looking at is a mishmash of citizens who are thrown together, trying to pick up their lives after, we assume, their other, their sole mate if you will, has been plucked away from them.
This leaves a town of shoes striving to understand who they are. Living in the aftermath of a predeterministic fate, whereby the type of show they were born as, dictated their very personality.
It had been over 20 years since Elmo had last set foot on Sesame Street. Here he was again, clutching a wooden stake, frozen with fear at the steps of the Counts mansion. Here to finish what once he could not. Sunny days, he whispered and stepped into the dark.
The musk of the air brought it all back. The interior almost entirely unchanged. The deep red of the carpet, the spattered antiques, the stairs where he had found Ernie, cold, eyes open. Dead. Still in his pyjamas.
The darkness that the cellar stairs lead into, seemed absolute. Elmo walked cautiously, counting them aloud - a habit from his childhood. His mind replaying that evening, sure he could hear the bats overhead, waiting for the Counts bloodcurdling cackle.