A quick little commercial for next month's Grand National.
Thanks to the Beast from the East, we had a surprise snow blizzard attack on our shoot day.
Praise the Lord our scene was in a pub, fans of Shaun of the Dead will agree it's the safest spot to be.
But hold on. Something feels familiar.
Could it be the fact that this is now my FOURTH gambling related commercial?? That I have sat in a pub before, drinking pints, pretending to watch a tv that is, in reality, unplugged and covered with small crosses of bright green camera tape?
What is it about my face that inherently says "All on red"?
Maybe it doesn't. Maybe my face ticks the responsible gambler box?
That's it. It's gotta be.
I'll put a fiver on it.