This one is personal, and not at all about me. Personal in that it happens in my territory both in time and space, and not at all about me in that it is not particularly autobiographical.

It's about Wellington, and being 11 and kicking around on bikes, and the strange English boy, and parents who try to get on but just can't seem to manage it.

This one has been loosely attached to a producer for a good few years now and has a excellent new director on board too. It's a case of writing and rewriting and then rewriting again to both keep it distilled and true to itself yet also be something someone can feel comfortable about pouring some money into. In other words, its' the eternal water drip of the personal project!