I submitted my script for Dirty Gifted and Welsh broken and bleeding. Not just emotionally.



During the course of writing 'Forest Boy' I sprained my ankle in a freak (drunken) accident (moment of idiocy).

That slowed me down alright.



As a result, I started to take an evangelical interest in the horticultural activities of my neighbours.

Every day, in one of my neighbour's windows, I would see a cloth Pierrot doll, slumped into the corner. He would always be in a… Continue