you'll always find me in the kitchen at parties

or conversely the foyer at film festivals...

at a night of horror, the film playing inside might be kerry anne mullaney's scary indie scottish thriller debut feature "the dead outside" but this isn't really the case at all.

whilst the projector rolls out a neurological pandemic strike to the dark hushed room within, it's a lot more chilled, out where the wine flows & festival branded T shirts sell like hot cakes. the festival underbelly quietly continues to seep into the newtown zeitgeist.