claytoncast

For more years than I can remember the autumn for me has meant conference season. It’s a time to replenish the bank account and to work with a fabulous production team. It allows me to spend time with friends who work for one of the largest companies in the Uk, as I prep them for going on stage at their annual conference. It involves foreign travel and a late burst of sunshine.   This year, having spent seven months making a new tv series for a streaming service, I stepped into my conference director's shoes somewhat fatigued. Seven months of full on filming, moving house, becoming a single man again, and my patience has been sorely tried. Staging a conference requires infinite patience and this year mine, alas, was in short supply. And yet we did it. And not only did we stage two days of meetings, a barbecue and a gala dinner with the fabulous Me and Mrs Jones doing the disco, but I also took to the stage.   One presentation of thirty minutes repeated back to back four times. Ha