Yes folks, that's *the Sam Smith, local builder of renown here in Leamington Spa, and this is part one of... well, possibly more parts.
A bit scattershot this one, some content was lost thanks to my expensive new wireless microphones choosing to pack up part way through recording some scenes. To answer your questions: Nige was dancing to a load of loud shite being played on the builder's radio, so I had to edit in some copyright free music to avoid RU-vid taking down my poxy little video in case Eric Clapton should phone up in tears because of Nige boogying to his noise on Radio bloody 2. Oh, and nobody could remove the trapped tape measure, so Sam had to cut it off and leave it as a laughing point for the next guy who rips up that floor and finds it.
My phone ringtone? Ah, yes, that's a composite I made from the two alarm sounds from the Nostromo ship in Alien as it primes for self destruction: the siren and the klaxon. Annoys everyone, but I like it.
There's a lot of bad language and bum-cracks in this one, sorry. I did edit out some burping though, so at least there's that.
What's that? You expected a different Sam Smith?? Well how many of 'em are there??
4 окт 2024
