Of Stories
There’s lots of things I want; rollerblades, a Nintendo DS, a bikini body, rollerblades, a house, a job, rollerblades… but I’ve realised tonight what I truly want in my heart of hearts. Apart from the rollerblades.
Stories.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve done a fair bit in my life so far; performed at Edinburgh Fringe, broken somone’s arm during an ice skating performance, been drenched with urine (still warm) at festivals, gained various judo injuries, dropped over waterfalls in a kayak blind, jumped off 12ft bridges because someone told me to and so on. But there’s so much more I want to do, so many more stories I want to collect.
There’s other things I can do, I know, but I decided a few weeks back what I want to do. America is calling, the pull is strong, the industry is ripe. All I want is a year, max, to make my mark in San Francisco, CA, and collect stories of life on the West Coast.
If needs be, I’ll collect those stories anywhere in the UK. Anywhere in the world. So long as when I return to where I came from, I can weave tales over a glass of diet coke.
And so long as I’ve travelled back to where I came from on my rollerblades. Oh yes, I would rollerblade from California to Yorkshire given half the chance!
Bron
PS. If you’ve not already spotted it, check out my final year film, Pinny Gig
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