and yes I promise, I will sit down for a whole afternoon and catch up, but now I'm recovering from a giddy and frantic and joyous four days in Venice at the Ca'Foscari short film festival. Being picked up by shiny wooden motor launch and then that trip across the lagoon to Venice was pretty special, but the whole trip was unique. The hotel and the company of the other judges were pretty special. this may not have been the biggest festival but it was certainly international, with film makers and films from all over the world. I lost track of the languages spoken, just as I lost track of myself down all the side streets. No, that's not quite true as I know my way around Venice these days, using various mask shops are landmarks - and I certainly indulged in buying masks, from the family that did the masks for Kubrick's final film and many more. Lots of pizza and pasta, and much sitting on the water buses just going with the flow. To sit in venice talking to fellow film makers, mainly live action film makers, was such a privilege. A long way from Twirlies, but my head is so full of sights and sounds, and actually not the smells, of Venice - that light, those church bells, the crumbling brickwork, the smart waiters in San Marco, the pigeons, the food, the elegant people - ah, a great few days.