We Are Rhino – I WON STUFF!!


POSTER 10.12It’s been 4 months since I wrapped up and threw my short film ‘We Are Rhino’ into the viscous ether to be judged, snarled at and commented upon as though it were a slab of meat down the Asda fridge bits. Since then, apart from moving to Singapore to produce a very un-rhino-ey TV show (which I’ll finish up on soon and fly home from), I’ve entered the film into so many international film festivals and competitions that I suspect some of them weren’t even film competitions or festivals. I’m expecting emails telling me it’s the new Miss Burkina Faso or it’s won at Foxy Bingo or that it’s entitled to a free run of business cards from VistaPrint.


Such was my filmic sluttishness, that I have actually walked off wearing a load of laurels (which, I discovered, are just little awardy graphics, and not head-pieces that I actually get to wear – distraught). Here’s the boast-down:


  • WINNER – ‘Short Documentary Award of Merit’ – Accolade Competition 2013.
  • NOMINEE – UK Film Festival ‘Best Short Documentary’ 2013.
  • Official Selection – Wild and Scenic Film Festival 2014
  • Official Selection – Monarch Film Festival 2013
  • Official Selection – Animal Film Festival 2014


AND there’s still around 20 festivals yet to be announced. If it wins nothing else, I’ll still be happy (although I will start bitterly adding up all the entrance fees, pulling a really grubby old face and muttering the word ‘cheat’ here and there…in fact, just watch an interview with David Moyes…that). Of course, I shall update with further glorious victories, probably using similar rhetoric to that pumped out of North Korea (although if I lose I will not – I repeat – I will not execute my uncle..I may twist his belly fats, but no execution here, no siree).


Meantime…by all means visit the film website www.wearerhinofilm.com for more info…or to even watch the thing into your eyeballs.


We Are Rhino…IS HERE

After months and months and months (plus months and some months) of editing, worrying, editing and shouting at myself, I have finished my short film, ‘We Are Rhino’. It’s a not-for-profit effort, and I really want people to know what’s going on in Southern Africa. Rhinos are gettinScreen Shot 2013-08-29 at 12.05.54g slaughtered at a ludicrous, unsustainable rate…simple to satisfy a puzzlingly growing demand for Asian traditional medicines. Please do click the link and share it. You can also visit the film’s website www.wearerhinofilm.com for more info…share that too, why not?


Once More Unto The Breach: ‘We Are Rhino’ begins filming…

WE ARE RHINO LOGOI’m going in, chaps. Yup, in just two days I will again be in that Africa…this time with a different mission. My new film is called ‘We Are Rhino‘ (working title – someone else has suggested ‘Horn Free’, but I think that might just appear to make light of a really properly grim subject, what do you think?).

Screen Shot 2013-04-29 at 08.39.29It’s all about rhino poaching in South Africa. Except this isn’t just another journey into the bush finding carcasses and going on scary night patrols with poaching guards that you can put exciting and/or oppressive music under; this film is all about three very different people, each of whom have very different ideas as to how to stop the poaching. I think it’s high time people understood what’s really going on, because it’s not just all about poor and desperate men stalking through the night with rifles and axes. It’s a whole lot more complicated than that – from Vietnam to Africa, from politics to criminal syndicates (the last two might actually be the same thing).


I am armed with a Panasonic AF101, many lenses, an ‘Interrotron‘, various GoPros, a pen knife (so back off, my friend), Marmite, some portable urinals (true) and a trusty hired Kia Piccanto – into which two of us will wedge and sweat in for a month. I plan to wash only once. I will eat mainly rusks.


Kruger, Waterberg, Pilansberg, Hoedspruit, malaria, here we come. We are Rhino.



Yebo! It may be a year and a half since I drenched my translucent British frame in macho khaki and began speaking with twangs of hyena. But only recently did the series of Bushwise Diaries become complete….due largely to a hard drive apocalypse, some sort of nuclear power surge in Toronto that made an obliterated binary nonsense my Western Digital drive, and stabbed me in the wallet with £700 worth of wealth raping data retrieval fees. I feel like I’ve been burgled in code, ransacked in HTML, slapped right in the Quicktime.


But let’s not be bitter. Here it is…this link takes you to the whole damned series, 1 through 7, from lions to tortoises to elephants to fork tailed drongos…



Bushwise Diaries – Episode 4 has been birthed!

…and with every birth, there must be a death. In this case, a rotten stinking death with hooves, horns and the half-chewed facial expression of a celebrity being papped with a prostitute. Really, those lions and hyenas must be more hungry than I’ve ever been – even on a rancid cider hangover that demands carbohydrates on a global scale – to be able to swallow down the miserable rankness of a corpse that’s been sitting in the sun for a few days. But then, I guess it’s a bit more honest than the fast food chains who roll it up in a patty and put it in a bun. So, !WARNING!, if you enjoy the lips and a*seholes that constitute a Big M*c, then you’ll enjoy this, because it has similar fare. You may even salivate onto your nice new frock. Me? It proper puts me off my beetroot. Ladythings and gentlemonks, I welcome you to Episode 4…

Bushwise Diaries – Episode 3 is here!!

As London spews rain like a thug on Stella, things in the bush begin to heat up. It was hard work out there, you know. IT WAS! Don’t you dare roll your eyes like that. Did you have to wash up for 16 people? Did you have to get up at 4am to check the oil? Were you trapped in a big forest with a ridiculous man? (inside joke). Did you have to drive around looking at lions and hyenas and impala and bushbuck and steenbok and…oh…yeah…I see your point. Sorry. Anyway, watch the video and we’ll have this argument at a later date. By the way…you’re welcome. Jeesh, we’re not getting along, are we. (Have I just had an argument with you or myself?)

Bushwise Diaries – Episode 2 is here!

Lions and lions and lions, honestly, I’m not lion (lying). The South African winter continues to make me wear a beany hat that makes me look like I work on the bins rather than staring professionally at warthogs. So, episode 2 is here, and as I sit here in the living room with the cat peering over at me in a manner I had previously perceived as being loving devotion (but now realise it’s him sizing me up for a particularly gruesome kill), London starts seeming a million miles away from adventures in the bush. Pull up a chair, or a beanbag, or – stop being pedantic – anything you can flipping sit on (jeeesh), and enjoy my bush. (childish guffaw).

Ladies and gentlecats, I bring you, Bushwise Diaries – episode 2…

‘Bushwise Diaries’ – the web-series is here!

So that’s another adventure completed. Sob, kersnuffle, sob. Getting used to being in London after living in the middle of the South African bush for 6 months is a little bit like learning to love beetroot all over again…a long and arduous path, and a little bit vinegary. But while I toil over not having rotten old hyenas in my life any more, and missing the musky honk of a warthog, and sitting indoors just hoping that a spider the size of my head with nuclear venom will scuttle from under the cat…please do enjoy the first episode of my new web-series…’Bushwise Diaries‘ (10 x 5 mins for GVI/Bushwise).