Filmmaker & Photographer London, UK


My not so secret diary



Post office to grab a parcel (my new 'real man's' razor), Morrisons for breakfast and then food shopping for dinner(s), then the skip to dump our old bedside tables. 

Back to my desk to work on an edit plan for something important. Actually important seems wrong, they're all 'important' edits, this ones just a bit more high priority. Do it all in my Evernote account, aka, my digital brain where I store everything.  

Soph cooks a tasty roast chicken dinner. 

Not a lot happening right now. 

Calm before the storm[s].