‘Adee…Adee. ADEE- get out of the fucking road!’ ‘This is a ROAD Adee.’ 

‘I don’t care.’

Neither do i to be fair. Sitting on the same bench in which i filmed ‘Hopscotch’ at, the same tale of desperation to travel, to find love and to escape reality, flooded my heart again. One of the main reasons why i made that film was to pinpoint that exact feeling but to also have some kind of hope. (For Hopscotch please click my ‘films’ link.)

‘We’re not as posh as you, we’re off to the chippy’

It’s an odd clash really. Boy racers, old grannies and the upper class all finding themselves stuck between a Port marina- which could easily have been a Disneyland hotel complex and a Co-operative, Waitrose that sits opposite the town that can hardly vouch such a term. One of those towns with nothing in. A last resort. 

Chavs that were rejected from the masses decided to set up camp here in Portishead- boy racers who think its funny because my hair is red. No doubt school boy behaviour, which is why these Chavs have been forced to seperate from the cities to go to the ‘nice new clean school’ which i can say has a cool badass playground but it’s architecture will undoubtably be destroyed. I can smell the graffiti already. 

I wonder how long people can stare at the view of wales until it gets as dull as it’s town center. There i’ve just moaned about the only good thing about the place.

Ever feel stuck? 

I long for the day that someone sweeps me off my feet and out of the country.