Mere moments later my phone lay broken, mortally wounded in the dirt. Luckily it had saved this final photie of the strange stripey luminous sky above its last battlefield.
I was tempted to try and make the clouds green so it looked like the Martian cylinders crashing to earth, the passengers within ready to unsuccessfully pursue Richard Burton around the country, and also capture Tom Cruise for food to the sounds of much rejoicing from the townspeople (it’s my remake of War of the Worlds, I’ll do what I like).
I suppose they won’t make the original story into a movie because there’s no Americans in it. An all British cast plus 3 years worth of expensive CGI work to capture HG Wells visual extravaganza? You can see them giggling at the poor bastard sitting in front of them pitching the script.