I knew I couldn't stay for the whole lot but it is always good fun. The urbane Christopher Frayling makes a speechlet at the beginning; this year he mentioned that the students have been animating archive interviews from the Imperial War Museum. In passing, he talked about the stuffed donkey at the museum, which he claimed responsibility for. Apparently, they ordered a mule but the Government sent them a donkey instead. It was an ammunition donkey: make of that what you will.
The students there make a wide variety of films, and there are lots of good stories amongst them, not just clever animation (though there is that, too). It is a relief that they have not become totally besotted by digital technology. In a lot of the films, you can see good illustration at work, or good model-making.
After the screening, everyone climbs up hundreds of flights of stairs, to the Senior Common Room where the walls are dotted with paintings by extremely famous artists who have either studied or worked there. Very delicious wine is poured into your glass when you are not looking and you have to be careful, or you are sick when you come out of the tube station on the way home.
One year, I met John Hegley there. We used to share The Chefs' drummer with his band, the Popticians. When they got more famous than us, Russell left to be a full-time Poptician, and the Chefs went phut. We had needed his energy; but I think our time was up anyway.