Thanks, England, Ireland, Scotland, France, Germany, and The Netherlands, for an incredible three weeks of Found Footage Festival shows. We made a lot of new friends and found a lot of new videos, not to mention a lot of really creepy postcards. Even though we never quite figured out your toilets, or why you love toast so much, we enjoyed every minute of your hospitality and comical misunderstandings.
When we arrived in London, we quickly realised (see, no ‘z’) we were the oldest ones in our hostel by at least 17 years. But we made the most of it and set our minds to dreaming about the sunbathing on the pebbly beaches of Brighton a few days later. Above, you can see some of the views from our shitty hotel rooms.
At the Soho Theatre in London, Brooklyn Brewery bought everyone a beer during our first three shows.That was great. And we didn’t look stupid ordering some weird, warm British ale or bitters or whatever it is they called beer there.
The first thing we noticed in the UK was how much like us they looked. If they didn’t open their mouths, we’d almost have sworn were back in Brooklyn. Just try to figure out who are British and who are Brooklyn in this photo? We’re in the picture and we still can hardly tell.
It was our first 4th of July away from America, but we were heartened to find this T-shirt in a Manchester department store. We bought it on the spot…
…and these, because we didn’t want to stick out like tacky Americans while in England. Later that night, the audience was treated to more Brooklyn Brewery beer. And again the next night in Leeds.
On our way to the show in Amsterdam, we stopped in to a used record store and found the Dutch version of “Air Bud.” It’s called “Soccer Dog.” And while in Berlin, we played a game called the Painstation at the Computer Game Museum. It burns you, shocks you or whips you if your Pong ball gets past your paddle. First person to pull their hand away loses. Nick won. His hand lost.
In Leeds, we found a promising video called “Famous Tits & Arses,” however no one we showed it to recognized either the tits nor the arses as being famous. But everyone agreed that this “Doggy Christmas” lighter was the best score of the trip.
Oh, the shows? How were the shows? The shows were good. Did you see the awesome lighter we found with the dog in a Santa outfit on it?