This piece is based on a story that my sister relayed to me about her shenanigans in America. It’s called ‘UBER NIGHT’ and it’s a monologue…
This is 100% what she sounds like on the phone when she’s drunk af. Continue reading UBER NIGHT
A Tale of a Boy Who Cannot Swim and a Girl Who Lives on Camera
Written by Eliot John, and illustrated by Elliott Highmore Continue reading We Go Like Water
Here is my reflective commentary on my screenplay ‘Crushing’ – Please do read the screenplay first. Continue reading Reflective Commentary on ‘Crushing’
A screenplay about pornography, feminism and violence. Not for the faint-hearted. Continue reading Crushing (screenplay)
My most favourite food in the world used to be toffee. I loved that way that it glued my gums together and left my teeth feeling… fuzzy. Continue reading Spit It Out
Imagine a puzzle of Leicester… Large and colourful and made up of a thousand tiny, intricate pieces. Now, imagine that you’ve just emptied out the contents of the puzzle-box. The image is scattered and broken, beautiful and diverse. Continue reading Welcome to Leicester (review)
Sometimes I like to walk out on my own, but my brother doesn’t approve.
I like the way my paws spread out on the ground under my weight and the feel of the wind flowing over my body and creeping through my fur. Continue reading Jungle Juice
We fucked that night. We fucked like werewolves.
A carnal desire invoked me and ran through my nerves like a poison, a disease. It encapsulated my body and burned through my skin. Continue reading Underneath the Skin
Stacking shelves, shovelling shit, stacking shelves, shovelling shit, shovelling shelves and stacking shit and shit and other shelves, and shit. Continue reading Conversation with a Cat/A Misunderstanding of a Date
A dark tale involving bananas, an old cat and memories Continue reading Slipping On A Peel (screenplay)