Cometh the hour, cometh the ten.

Heathrow airport. 8am. Looking around at seven foreigners that ten days ago I wasn’t aware existed, although now I’m lying on one of them (the Canadian one) discussing the merits of Heat magazine interviews.

I have also discovered that Canadian people also don’t understand the hot tap vs. cold tap feature.

‘So it freezes you, then it burns…freezes…burns... and you people have… come to accept this?’

Perhaps I recap. Today is my first foray into the world (literally not metaphysically) as part of The Smirnoff Ten, a melting pot of ten filmmaking, globetrotting creatures from ten parts of the world. Although at the moment there are only 8 of us. I’ll explain that later.

This is my first quick blog post to get the ball rolling and after a rigorous selection week my poor, warped little mind has no gems of wit or wisdom to offer but fear not, we speak again my friend…in Moscow!