TTWA (The Trouble With Acronyms)
I was working at the Shakespear’s Globe last week, so was an enormous film crew. I was given a rarer than hens teeth parking space until the grip trucks and OB* wagons started arriving and they ran out of parking spaces.
Fair enough. I went and found a parking place elsewhere.
When I returned I walked through the stage door and into a small crowd of people, the woman behind the desk with the onerous task of wrangling an entire film crew and all their support staff shouted a cheery
“Thank you, I can now park my DP” to which I jokingly replied (and in the misbegotten belief that her reference to DP was for Director of Photography):
“Glad to help, and I know how touchy these darned DPs can get, especially if they can’t get to park exactly where they want.” At which moment I noted a stony silence descend upon the small troupe assembled around me. Before the tumbleweed blew across this stage of shame I managed to grab a spade and started digging myself out:
“I’m sorry, what does your DP stand for?”
“Disabled Parkers” came the reply…
Ouch. I immediately explained the error of course.
(Above) Joseph Marcell as King Lear. Astounding performance, go see it.