stuck in the loft

Listening to a film feels unsurprisingly similar to reading a screenplay. In the case of Human Traffic , it felt like listening to a brighter episode of Eastenders. I was amazed to find that the film neither seems to depict drug abuse as a rip-roaring adventure or as a down-trodden form of escapism - although when I was listening to all the club music I’ve never had any real hard-hitting experiences to compare to so everything felt tame. However, when I finally got around to watching the film it seemed like I wasn’t missing out on much in this respect. Human Traffic is the story of a group of friends gearing up for a night out on the town. It's a classic group of five, and each are struggling with their own relationships and sexual frustrations. Jip, played by John Simm and the film's narrator, is battling with erectile disfunction presumably brought on by drugs. His best friend, Koop, is incredibly jealous of his girlfriend, Nina, to the point of objectification. M...

I have a big problem with writing something that has more than likely been said by someone else. I’m referring here mainly to literary and film criticism, and to an extent genre screenwriting, although that is to be expected. I’m fed up with sitting in a flat that has barely useable wi-fi the majority of the time because it doesn’t make you procrastinate less as you would think but actually makes it worse because as soon as you get a connection you end up watching a YouTube video and forget what you wanted to do in the first place which ends up wasting another twenty minutes of your time. So here we have a blog we created with reasonable intention to do something useful with it. Except of course lack of wi-fi connectivity was forcing us to be very precise with how we went about running this blog. Now I know this is a better excuse than any but I’ve decided to do something productive with it. When you come to think of it, if you’re sitting in a loft and have no intern...