This is a still from a film Brooks worked on recently called Cold Hands.
It’s written and directed by Mac Carr, shot in beautiful Falmouth, Cornwall.
Brooks’ portrayal in the film really is stunning, and I hope you get a chance to see it. I’m a little biased, of course, but it really is a fantastic film.
Being cast in films and TV projects means that sometimes he has to be away filming for lengths of time – either in the UK or abroad.
His jobs are often fun, sometimes crazy and intense, at times weird and unexpected.
He can tell you all about that time he arrived in the Ukraine on a grey winter’s day to film an advert and he was picked up at the airport by a proper James Bond caricature villain.
This man was huge. A good 2 meters and 2m wide. (Okay. No. But he was huge)
He was standing in the arrivals foyer with a note that said Brooks in large letters. Brooks walked up to him and said cheerfully that he was Brooks. The man didn’t respond, but rather looked at him in complete silence. Then he simply gestured for Brooks to start walking.
The James Bond villain walked him, in silence, to the car park where he gestured for Brooks to get in the back of a huge black Mercedes (- villain).
There was a bullet proofed window between him and the driver (- villain) and the man drove him, in silence, all the way to the centre of the town to a manicure salon (er… – villain?) and then later the hotel. (- villain). Again, all in silence.
Brooks rang me so many times that night. To make sure the kids and I were okay of course.
Although we’re obviously overjoyed when he gets a job, because it’s his passion in life and he works so hard, it’s tough when he goes away, not only from a logistical point of view.
Anyone with kids will tell you that it’s not an easy feat to look after kids on your own and three of them?
Well, let me tell you – it’s a completely different ball game altogether.
It’s the Big League people.
This house runs a military camp.
Everything is ready and set out the night before.
The kids know the drill. When daddy is away, they must help mummy more at home. When daddy is away, mummy turns into a drill sergeant.
The food for the week is prepped and ready. The school bags are ready for school, their water bottles, packed lunches done, books, after school and club stuff sorted, tennis lessons, guitar and piano lessons, Taekwondo, football and swimming and Lord knows what else – all of it has to be ready and organised. Mine and the kids’ clothes are ready and laid out ready for the week. We arrange play dates, we head to the library and go to the park after school.
Sounds fun yes, but it’s exhausting.
If you’re on your own you don’t really get a break either. My kids have never been great sleepers and so they tend to be up a few times every night.
I also sometimes get a bit scared. It’s a big house and I’m forever grateful for my dog’s presence – just in case.
It also reminds me how lucky I am to have the best of friends. My friends will offer to give the kids a ride to and back from school, have them over for play dates – you name it.
Especially if you’re an immigrant like myself and my family are miles and miles away. My in laws are incredibly supportive as well, and will always help when Brooks is away.
There’s a saying isn’t there. It takes a village and never was a truer word spoken.