I know not, nor frankly care, as to whether I’m in a film being shot at Woking Station.
When this week I travelled to London by train from Woking there was a film crew on my platform. I was asked to walk round them, which I was happy to do. I stood further up the platform, by its edge waiting for my train, only to be spoken to by a woman standing near me, saying, somewhat pointedly, that I might be being filmed.
No matter said I. Then one of the film crew approached me to say I might be in a film. Again, no matter.
On reflection, I realised that most of the people around me were film extras, and the woman I was near, feared I might take her place in the film.