The fake British accent I would put on when ordering coffee so that the Polish girls behind the counter could understand me. Men who whispered ‘sexy’ under their breath as I walked through the Common. Sitting on the top of a double-decker watching Trafalgar Square, Piccadilly and Kensington roll past.
This is a short film of a poem I wrote based on something that happened few years ago. It is directed, edited and photographed by my great and talented friend Kim Buikema. We filmed this short in South London one Sunday in the summer of 2009. I’d like to thank