The recent ill advised comments that passed from the lips of Hollywood ex-pat, Vinnie Jones, during his recent Radio Times interview reminded me of the night we met in 2002.
Watching this year’s Oscars ceremony brought back memories of when I used to live in a tiny studio apartment not five minutes walk away from the Kodak Theater on Hollywood Boulevard, where the Oscars are held. It was on a street just off Hollywood called Sycamore Avenue, home then to a transient population of Hollywood wannabes (me included), mostly Japanese music students, and others in need of cheap accommodation.
When it comes to Hollywood, what we are fed in the pages of showbiz columns and on the multitude of celebrity websites and TV channels which in turn feed this mammoth industry belies a truth that is as brutal as it is sad. From 2000 to 2004 I lived and worked in Hollywood, having arrived intent on establishing a career as a screenwriter (silly me).
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