April 2, 2012
I'm writing my first book to support a documentary I've made about the Dalai Lama.
She was ambling down Coydon High Street. A pub fell in front of her. Karen is having one of those months, where she is carrying the weight of her family, colleagues, friends, strangers in cafes on her shoulder pads. The 'A-board' outside the double swinging doors shouted in neon pen: Guest Vodka from Germany. Suddenly a cloud lifted. Karen swaggered through the double hinged doors, throwing a backward glance. It sprung her back into her forgotten dream of premiering at the Berlin Film Festival. She sat at the bar and through a gritted grin to the YSL jumper in front of her, "Double Red Volkswagen please" It was going to be a long afternoon.
Hi, I'm Leon. I'm interested in you. Let's talk, but not with him. We all know what he is like. I make documentary films and writing my first book.