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Let me share with you an adventure about mobile recording in UK wilderness. Be warned that names have been changed to protect the innocent (and guilty.) It in no way reflects upon professional mobile recording in UK except as an example of what those pros never do.

A Mobile Recording in UK Tragedy
As a youth, I attended a well-known dramatic academy in London. My class was intense and headstrong (as are all actors). Of course, we thought we could do things better than any West End venture. I was working on a first year production of Shakespeares MacBeth. I played Malcolm, my buddy Burt was MacDuff and our roommate Kieron was the bloody thane himself. Needless to say, it was just a budget-less studio staging put up so we could perfect verse and scansion but we wanted it to be more.

We decided to pool our own resources and create effects worthy of the National Theatre. After all, Ian McKellans famous version of the Scottish tragedy had been mounted sparsely. But he had wind, thunder, cracking trees, echoing witch moans and distant bagpipes. This is why three deranged Olivers went out to the country with a borrowed tape recorder, shabby boom mike and map of every pub en route to attempt mobile recording in UK.

Scotland being too far, we ended up just outside of East Croydon. In under three hours we trespassed on private grounds, got drenched by rain, became lost, were shot at, terrified children who overheard our witch moans (or bagpiping), destroyed a tree, received jolts from loose wiring and were nearly arrested. The results of our mobile recording in UK were more horrific than Banquos ghost. We never thought to use pros (today which are digitally capable to travel crime-free). We also had no internet to research advice (not that we would have). Good ale and a few winks from pretty girls were all we had to show for our showmanship.