CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Film director Dimitri Irwin, known throughout Hollywood as - The Master of Disaster - stood on the centre court at The Wimbledon All England Club looking up making a frame with his fingers. The smell of damp grass hung in the air while he discussed with his film crew the scene where the IRA attack the crowd. ‘I reckon if we shoot in the afternoon and have the choppers coming over the court from the east, then we won’t have to worry about direct sunlight.’
Dimitri Irwin was telling the crew, ‘We’ve got to get a move on, try and finish this scene within a couple of weeks. We’re already in early June and I haven’t got fifteen minutes of film yet. This picture has to be finished, in the can and distributed by the end of the year, otherwise the studio’s in deep s**t and my ne
