Neil Jackson

When we were kids, my brothers and I were allowed to watch a couple of hours of TV a night after school. My brothers would all watch the usual kids TV, but I would wait in my room pretending to be doing homework until six o’clock came and it was time for the Laurel and Hardy and Harold Lloyd double bill. It was there that I fell in love with this industry. I would beg my parents to take me to the cinema every chance I got. I’d queue up for what seemed like hours to get in to see the latest Superman, or Indiana Jones, or Crocodile Dundee. When we got a VCR, I was always down the video shop, renting everything I could get my hands on – Disney films, Bruce Lee, Marx Brothers, it didn’t matter. I loved it all.

Now, years later, I still get that thrill of excitement when I walk on to a film set, when I open the first page of a script, when I talk to people about movies and TV shows. I can’t believe I get to be a part of that thing that has given me such joy and wonder throughout my life, this crazy, wonderful magical world of make-believe.