I wasn’t good at pronunciation when I was a child. So I get told the story of how I was insisting on going in the troller while my Aunt kept trying to tell me it was a stroller. I ended up frustratingly saying, ‘OK I want to go in the fram‘. Prams, strollers, carriers, backpacs, arms, shoulders and the shopping trolley, call them however you like, but they have all come in handy for my expeditions on two feet with my little ones.

I was so excited to be able to walk again (and see my toes), that I went for a walk to the beach the day after I got home from the hospital. This was probably not a good idea  because you need time to relax and heal after giving birth. But I did love getting back on my feet and finding a bit of rhythm and fresh air to make me feel alive. So, when you feel the time is right, get walking with your baby, but take it easy and enjoy the places closest to your house to start with.

What to carry the baby in?

We had a bassinet pram for our first baby and it was great for the first few of months. It doubled as his bed at night and we could go out walking, have some dinner, come home and put him next to our bed without him waking up. The bassinet is also good for them to be able to have some time to stretch and play on their backs which I regretted not having with my second baby. Instead by second baby has become all too familiar with what I’m wearing, as he is often snuggled against my shirts in a carrier.

At some point we realised that we wouldn’t be able to keep our first born in this convenient multi-tasking bassinet for the rest of his life and we found ourselves with a pram he could sit in, slouch in, put his feet up on the handle bar and finally become a little houdini and slip out of the seat belt and climb out of while it was moving! I am no pram expert, and everyone will want something different from them (facing you, facing the world, lightweight, lots of space, storage space, easily stored, trendy, can leave it anywhere and no one will steal it.. and the list goes on if you drink coffee) so I’m not going to review different prams etc. We live on a hill so I was just excited to see that prams have leashes to stop you having to chase runaway prams down steep streets. Our street is so steep I actually had to make sure blood didn’t rush to his head when we climbed up.

I was also excited by the built-in storage capacity. I have carried almost all my groceries in prams since I became a mum and learnt how to play 3D tetris to fit a weeks worth of shopping in the bottom of the pram (sometimes I kick the toddler out and it turns in to one mighty shopping cart). I have occasionally had library books and pasta fall out onto the road while I’m trying to mount the kerb, but in general the pram has held together through all the abuse I have thrown at it. I have even used it to move furniture! I almost feel like I wish I’d had a pram without having a baby, they are very handy and make car drivers more careful around you.

If you go down the baby carrier path, when you have it on, it’s this amazing feeling of constant snuggles and adoring looks beaming up at you (it can feel a bit too cozy in summer though). You will also start to put a bit more bounce in your step, realising you have become a walking talking bouncer with a heart beat. You will also have to work out how to put it on. Depending on which one you go for, you will be testing your material management skills or whether prenatal yoga has paid off and you can actually tighten the straps, that are at the point on your back that is the most difficult to reach. Several times I asked people to help and they loved the chance to have a small interaction with a baby and to feel helpful in a world we often feel unhelpful to the strangers around us.  Just a word of warning, unless you are happy to go to the toilet while wearing a baby (which I soon discovered that I was), go before you put them on – that extra pressure on my bladder would often hit the spot that made me need to rush for the closest public toilet, or any establishment that would let me use their facilities with a baby strapped to me.

One day this back clipping business was just not working for me at all – my fingers were feeling numb from the effort. So in an effort to fight of a baby blue moment, I looked up videos of how to put the baby on your back (that way I figured the clip would be on the front and all would be good). So kneeling on the bed surrounded by cushions, I twisted and contorted until I managed to shuffle the baby and the front of my shirt onto my back. I raced off to the shops hoping there would be no reason to get my baby off my back because I had no way of getting him back on. And then I had this amazing feeling of being a teenager wearing a backpack in love with a band called gerling. I felt slightly free for the first time since I had become a mum and it felt slightly wrong that it was because I was equating my baby with with vegemite sandwiches, disorganised folders and all the other inhabitants of my school backpack.

Then you have the option of wearing them in front of you, which is a favourite amongst the dads. It’s less snuggly but a whole lot more playful as you can pretend that you are a robot being controlled by a smaller, more human version of yourself, neon genesis style. Or you can just enjoy moving their arms and letting them shudder with the excitement of seeing the world hovering a metre above the ground with their legs dangling in space.

Whatever way you end up carrying your baby be aware of your back and try and make sure things are adjusted to be as comfortable for you as possible. Afterall, hopefully you are going to be walking everyday so it’s worth getting it right

No gym membership required

Since having my second baby I have done almost no other exercise other than walk. And while I don’t have a perfect figure or fitness, I’m pretty happy with where I’m at. I love that my exercise starts the minute I leave my house and it varies with the terrain and the kids (sometimes it’s more of an exercise in patience when my toddler starts stopping to examine every pipe he sees). And while the hill to our place is a killer, it gives me time to work on my strength and will (especially when I’ve bought over 20 kg of groceries) and tell myself that this is all good training for climbing in Tasmania or the Pyrenees. And while I don’t have a gym instructor barking at me to keep going, I get lots of encouragement along the way. It gives me a confidence and makes me believe I deserve all the chocolate I bought down the street.

Getting familiar with your neighbourhood

I thought as a cyclist I knew the streets around me quite well. But as a lady from Berlin pointed out in my film, it’s not until you start walking that you really notice the little things – the details that make you really feel part of your neighbourhood. Firstly, you will want to become a close penpal of the council as you see all the missing footpaths, pram ramps, pedestrian crossings, cars parking over footpaths and many other impedimence to a safe and pleasant walk. Do it! Write to them, call them up. It might be a chance to talk to an adult during the day, let off some steam and they will listen to you because everyone has a soft spot for sleep deprived mums. Beyond this, you will notice lots of interesting and banal things, like where the shadows fall at different times of the day in different seasons. You will know the faces of more and more of the people you pass and the buildings, the cracks in the pavement, the trees, the slopes, the windows and much more.

On the days I don’t walk, I feel like I am missing something. So, if you have a baby  remember you are only one step away from some fresh air, exercise and maybe even sanity. And if you don’t have a baby, see if you can borrow one to take for a walk. People look differently at you when they think you have a baby and then differently again when they see your pram actually contains five months worth of soft plastic you are returning to the supermarket.

Before I went into labour, I had ideas about taking the bus to the hospital to give birth. To cut a very long and painful story short, those ideas didn’t become a reality. I also didn’t take the baby home by bus. However, days later I found myself returning to hospital (as you do), and I took the bus!

Before taking the bus I had looked all over the internet for rules or advice about taking a new born baby on the bus. I had even contacted the local transport authority. There was nothing to say you couldn’t take the baby on the bus, but there was nothing telling you how to do it. Meanwhile, people pay good money to get car seats fitted by experts so it seemed like there was a bit of a mismatch of advice on care in our community depending on how you travelled. I don’t have all the answers but I can at least tell you about my experiences.

The first time I took the bus with my little one, I took a car capsule. Short of bringing the whole car attachment, I found a way to wedge the capsule between me and the seat in front with the baby’s head towards the front. It felt quite safe and while I was in the bus it was comfortable enough. However, carrying a capsule around is hardwork and unless you have the pram for it, I would be reluctant to do that again. In spain, we actually came across a a baby seat integrated into the bus, although it wasn’t such a hit with my baby.

Instead, the next time I took him in a carrier, huddled again my chest. It was a baby bjorn so had a bit of structure to it but I was still very wary of what way we might be flung if the bus stopped suddenly. If you choose to take a baby carrier, just be aware of what’s in front of you and possibly hold onto a bar or handle. This will help cushion the impact, if something was to go horribly wrong. You could also put the nappy bag between you and the seat in front to give an extra layer of softness. I often sit in the priority seating at the front where you are sideways and take the seat closest the back. In general though, it feels really fine having your baby close to your chest and once they get a little older you can start to look out the window together, or just spend the time entranced by your babies smile. A bus has only once slammed on the brakes with such force that it scared my baby. I was holding on and the baby didn’t get hurt at all.

Then comes the pram… The first time I caught a bus with a pram I was worried I wouldn’t be able to even get the pram on the bus without tipping my baby off. Luckily, these days most buses lower the platform for you and it’s only a small step up.  Once you’re one the bus you need to look for the seats facing sideways that you can flip up to make room for your pram. Always park your pram backwards and as close to the front of this section as you can. Once you’ve shimmied your pram into place, put on the brake and use the belt to secure your pram (usually put it around the handle bar). Then sit near your pram and I usually thank the driver for not leaving until everything is secure. Where we live you have to tap on and off and these days I leave that to my toddler to do, but if it feels like a juggle to get your card out while you have the pram, just wait until it’s secured to deal with payment. Most bus drivers are pretty nice.

You can either leave your baby/toddler in the pram or for the older more curious ones, they might want to get out and look around. My toddler has established a love of the front seat near the door, so he jumps out of the pram (usually while it’s still moving) and claims his prized spot if it’s free. Every baby is different, and there may be some tears but there will definitely be lots of laughing and smiles with both my children taking on the challenge of trying to get as many people on the bus to smile. I have also found myself doing squats (well, I stand up and sit down like a yoyo) while the bus is stopped to calm my baby. We may have also sung various versions of “the wheels on the bus” on every trip for a few months as my toddler went through a singing phase. One time there was even a chance to jump in the drivers seat while we waited to go through a tunnel.

The great thing about a bus, that you don’t realise until you need to use a car, is that you don’t have to transfer your baby. If he is asleep in the pram or carrier, you can keep them asleep and enjoy a peaceful journey. As my babies grow, it has been fun to get them involved in the rituals of the bus, from hailing the bus, to ‘tapping on’ and pressing the stop button. My toddler has even reminded me that our stop is coming up when I have been in a bit of a daze (which can be common amongst young sleep deprived parents).

When it’s time to get off the bus, if you have a pram, reverse it out through the front doors and don’t forget to tap off (if you need to) before you get off. There could always be possible problems, like no space in the pram/wheelchair area or a non-accessible bus. Sometimes there are ways around these problems, like folding up prams or jamming a pram between seats (my pram was just the right size to do this) but once or twice I have decided to walk instead. But walking with kids is fun too and I will write about that another day.

Six years ago I was riding my bicycle to work along a shared path and as I past the old lady, who looked so grumpy but would greet me so sweetly, I realised that this moment needed to be captured. For it was that moment that gave me hope, both as an advertisement for getting out of a walled vehicle with a petrol motor, and as a way to see beauty in connection.

For years I had been trying to get people out of their cars after I had realised that indeed cars were responsible for so much destruction, waste and greed. I had thought that if I was smart enough I could find a way of engineering, planning, pricing or coaxing people out of the cars and then the world would become a better place. However, it wasn’t a new vehicle design, or city plan or travel demand management strategy that gave me hope that people could or would want to get out of cars. It was that moment – two ordinary looking people, with their own insecurities and struggles, smiling with each other on a daily basis.

I had been sifting through psychology and sociology literature related to transport use in an attempt to build up a framework of how to understand and shift people’s transport habits. The work examined values, norms, attitudes, emotion and perceptions of efficacy, as well as a better understanding of habitual behaviour. These could be classified as determinants of behaviour and had been shown in various experiments and case studies to affect one’s mode of transport choice or other lifestyle choices. I put this together with the particularities of transport behaviour (e.g. it’s routine, complex, uncertain, takes place in public, takes time and can be emotional) to build a more comprehensive picture of the mechanisms which could be determining our transport behaviour.

I then took a step further to better understand some of the transport-related messages we were receiving that could be influencing these determinants of behaviour. And I looked across a broad spectrum of the messages from planning information to sustainability campaigns, from what we directly observe on the street to what we see in films. It was while searching through mass media that I saw that almost nothing in the mass media was encouraging people to use non-car modes of transport. Meanwhile, carefully crafted car advertisements were everywhere and they were perpetuating various myths which made car use seem normal, exciting, innovative, responsible and affordable and more.

At the end of my thesis I came up with a few policy recommendations. However, it was a recommendation I was giving myself that I was most excited about. I had decided to try and make a film that was going to help shift people’s consciousness, blow their minds, save the whole damn world!!! Well, it’s not as motivating to say I’m going to make a video that a couple of friends will watch it and say sweet things about.

I had watched many documentaries and a film called the age of stupid, which felt like they had been designed to give us lots of facts and make us feel disgusted and hopeless. However, if all the psychology and sociology literature I was reading was worth anything, this filmmaking approach wasn’t helping us help ourselves. It’s probably the type of film I would have made at the start of my thesis – a film showing how bad cars are, how prolific car use was and how we are all fucked because of all the money and political power is wrapped up in the continuation of car use. However, I did learn a couple of things from those dubious social sciences that I tried to keep in mind while making my documentary.

Firstly, we don’t need to (and we shouldn’t) tell people about how many cars there are on the road. Yes, people see it every day – the one thing about transport is that (even privately owned) transport is very public. We only have to walk out on the street to know there are a lot of cars. It can be harder to know how many people are on buses and trains unless you are in them. The advertisements on buses that hide the people inside haven’t helped in this respect. The understandings we get about the prevalence of different behaviours, known as descriptive social norms, has been shown to influence behaviour. We somehow form an idea that a type of behaviour is acceptable because it’s so normal, we might forget some of our other values and focus on the value of being normal. So, if I wanted to encourage people to get out of their cars, the last thing I would want to illuminate is how prolific car use is. I would want to demonstrate that using other modes of transport is also normal. To do this, I would visit various cities where I can film the use of different modes of transport, and hone in on bicycles, pedestrians, motor bikes and public transport users.

Secondly, we need to put the audience in the shoes of people using different modes of transport. For the population out there that hasn’t had the privilege of using various modes of transport, their lack of familiarity may be stopping them. By seeing and feeling what it’s like to use different modes of transport, one can start to believe that they can successful have a go themselves (i.e. they have a higher perceived self-efficacy). This has also been shown to influence behaviour. Before I started catching trains I didn’t really know what it would be like inside a carriage and I had a strange fear of not being able to open the doors and missing my stop. By showing how all sorts of people manage to navigate their transport systems and exposing the audience to the environment of these people, perhaps this would elevate one’s self-efficacy and increase their potential to give a new mode of transport a go. It can’t hurt to empower someone with all these extra perspectives.

Thirdly, we need to show the emotional and aesthetic beauty of the world of sustainable transport. I have no desire to dictate how you live your life, any more than a car advertiser does…  Just like the advertiser, I don’t want you to think that I’m making decisions for you. But unlike the car advertiser I’m not going to create beauty using fabricated footage filmed by an amazing cinematographer. Not only can I not afford this but I don’t think it’s that ethical or necessary. There is so much beauty that is a natural part of the experiences of walking, cycling and taking public transport that can be captured even with my unsteady hand. It is through embracing this beauty, both the emotional and physical, that will help us transition our way of life away from car use – more than any feeling of sacrifice for the greater good. If we truly want a cultural shift, we need to love where we are going with it. Emotions are naturally shared, so we need to make sure we are spreading the good stuff when it comes to our future transport.

Finally, we need to demonstrate just how much you and the world will benefit from trying a more sustainable mode of transport. While self-efficacy is the ability for you to successfully carry out a type of behaviour, outcome-efficacy is the potential for this behaviour to lead to a desired outcome. By interviewing people about the positive parts of their transport, not only did I find out some personal benefits (like the joys of reading on the bus or feeling free on the bike), I also came to realise there were some cascading positive outcomes. For it was the use of more public and open modes of transport that helped people feel a part of a wider community and closer to their environment. These are vital precursors to creating a more caring, sustainable, liveable and just world.  And it turns out that an elevated perception of outcome efficacy also influences our behaviour.

Of course, my film has its flaws but perhaps other documentary filmmakers with a little more talent than me can use some of these ideas and make the mind altering film I had dreamt about. I don’t ride my bicycle to work along that shared path anymore but I hope that grumpy old lady is still inspiring idealistic cyclists with crazy ideas.

I am grateful for everyone who has taken the time out of their busy lives to watch a film by a completely unknown director, shot and edited in a very unorthodox way, that proved to be a bit too different for any festival to take on. My one month of free film watching has been extended to three and maybe forever (if I can’t bring myself to create a financial barrier for anyone to watch it).

I have enjoyed the conversations that the film has triggered and really happy with the different messages and inspiration that people have found within the film. I have put together some of the feedback below (I left out the names). Hopefully a few more people will watch my film and provide other ideas…. please keeps sharing the film around, especially while it’s still free.

I love this film. It glows with authenticity as the citizens of varied cultures reveal their common understanding of who they are and how they are shaped by the ways they navigate their cities. Transport systems connect us in many ways beyond the physical. Stunning images and engaging dialogue held together by crisp editing. Congratulations. This film is an excellent achievement.

It really gives a good feeling, obviously about transports but not only and not any one type of transport especially. and one feels like having been on transport for an hour!
after so much positive interview, one feels optimistic 🙂 your sound designer is really good.

There are a tons of beautiful stories in there. I love how we are all different and have very different lives and experiences but somehow connect on how we view our transport.

Just a quick note from Norway to let you know that I found your film very evocative and enjoyable when I saw it at your Sydney screening and that I think fondly of it from time to time, especially when cycling

Preciosa e inteligente mirada sobre los medios de transporte colectivos. Esperamos otras entregas..

It’s so awesome Jacqui! I didn’t want it to end. I had to giggle at the start when someone said that when they forget to take a book on the train, they try to read their neighbours’ book – I have totally done that!

This is wonderful!

The idea of watching a film about transport is slightly painful for me as my daily commute is about 3 hours! But, I loved that this film reminded about all the great things that a commute can bring. Embrace the positives.

Wow what a great doco Your sister has captured what i always feel when i travel.People are the same no matter where we be in this great big world,we are no different in our thinking,even when we don’t speak the same language .Well doneJacqui you now have a fan keep up the great work you are doing

Thought provoking, truthful, compelling.

This film is dedicated to what might seem an unlikely subject: what we do and think during the time we spend getting around. It is a tender and respectful film that pays tribute to the experience of a remarkable variety of people from around the world. Hicks draws out many whimsical anecdotes and passionate accounts from these individuals that convey both the private and social pleasures of urban travel.

What a lovely film that captures and celebrates the universal themes of people getting places. Thank you.

An exploration of connecting meanings and interrelationships via transports and shared unfolding interludes. Bringing the personal back to the public and back to humanity. An exciting interlude of screen journey’s to savour.

For one month you will be able to stream a way we go for free. Please provide feedback and share it. Thank you.

Transport is a city’s living, beating soul. Even Sydney’s transport is not without its hidden charms, as lovingly depicted in ‘A way we go’, a documentary feature by Jacqui Hicks.  With an unconventional format emphasising the wisdom and emotions of everyday people, it captures the audience’s attention with a bubbling flow of ideas and images and a vivid dash of humour.

In 2013 Jacqui travelled to ten cities, including Sydney, to film what goes on as people travel from A to B and delve deep into the footpaths, highways, tramways and bikeways of these ten very different hubs. Four years later, ‘A way we go’ will be screening at the Ritz Cinema in Randwick on Sunday 10^th December. Meet the characters who love the way they move (or don’t move) around the city, and connect the cities with their people and their very essence.

Jacqui became interested in transport when she noticed the extent to which her daily train commute to uni—twice as long as a car trip – enhanced her wellbeing. She was meeting new friends, having a delightful walk to and from the station, and getting to relax or knit or read for a considerable chunk of the day. Lovely! Since then, she has studied and worked in the world of transport and become an advocate for cycling after learning to ride a bike on the cobblestoned streets of Paris – no mean feat.

‘A way to go’ shows urban transport is much more than time and money. Transport can play a role in helping create more fun, creative, healthy and caring cities and individuals! On her travels Jacqui was struck by how insightful and inspirational people were in discussing their travel time. But the most surprising part was how much people enjoyed talking about transport and their daily commute.

The kindness of strangers provided her with most of her accommodation, translations and local knowledge in all the cities she visited. In Hanoi, she was lucky enough to stay with three sisters living on the outskirts of Hanoi, who took her on their motor bikes, and even let her drive one. She was made to feel like another sister. She left slightly broken hearted but with a farewell that included karaoke, Vietnamese cuisine and a ‘ride through’ ice cream shop that made her departure bittersweet. In Pune she was lucky enough to stay in the leafy campus of the Film and Television Institute of India where she learnt about the composition of shots and how competitive film students are at ping pong. Bicycles were borrowed or bought in every city so she could experience the freedom of two wheels. Cycling in Ankara was so bad she thought about staying to write a cycling strategy for the city.

Jacqui travelled light, and incorporated some ridiculously long train journeys including 40 hours to go from Guilin to Qingdao, in China, which tested her resilience. She also managed to include some cycle touring while travelling between Berlin and Madrid. She picked a very wet September for this leg of the journey but she could enjoy dramatic skies over striking landscapes, and with her rusty French she was helped along the way.

During her trip she had some wild adventures including riding a Boda Boda (a motor bike taxi) through the unfinished back roads of Nairobi. ‘To be honest’, Jacqui said, ‘I had to check the footage twice after I thought we had ridden past a corpse’. The final stretch into the centre of the city was a zig zag through a colourful maze of Matatus (buses). In Casablanca she was intrigued by the system of shared taxis, ‘Les grand taxis’: old white Mercedes you hail with hand signals to indicate where you want to go. The hand signals worked to Jacqui’s advantage because they were easier than trying to pronounce the names of her destination.

Jacqui made many friends along the way but it was in Madrid where her host made the biggest impact on her life. After showing her the city and taking her hiking in the Picos de Europa she decided to share his morning commute one day. Waking up before sunrise with him and seeing his world may have helped spark a special connection. A couple of weeks later he was quitting his job and booking a one way flight to Australia. They are now married with one child and another on the way, and Jacqui finished editing her film with a baby on her lap. That baby just got his first bike.

The film will be showing at 6pm on 10^th December at the Ritz Cinema Randwick. For more information please visit the website www.a-way-we-go.net or email Jacqui jacquelinehicks@gmail.com.

The feeling of ‘I’ve actually made a film that people are going to watch’ is a strange one.  It’s a mix of achievement, nervousness, more nervousness and fear that the sound will cut out five minutes before the end.  Well, luckily they did a test screening, found the error, and we rustled together another copy ready a whole ten hours before the real screening.

I had tried to get the word out as best as I could.  Posters and leaflets (which are not cheap to print) could be seen in all the right places in Newcastle.  A friend had written an article, I was using social media, and telling everyone I met to come and see this film, including two cycle tourist who happened to couch surf at our place that night.  On a rainy winters night (where I was told parking spots were hard to find, but we walked of course), about 200 people turned up to the theatre.  We had made St Petersburg tram style tickets, we had cooked and brought some nibbles and so if all else was a failure at least they had a gimmicky ticket and some food.

After a very nervous introduction, the film started and I ran after my son Dante.  We got to watch small sections and I could hear the audience react which gave me some hope that people were awake and engaged.  It finished without a hitch and when the lights came on for the Q&A it was beautiful to see the feel of the audience in front of me.  There were young and old all looking somehow like they had got something out of my film.  And then the questions reassured me, that this whole film making thing hadn’t just been a self-indulgent quest, I had made something real.

I got great feedback about the film and I decided to believe everyone was being honest when they told me of how they had felt inspired to try using different modes of transport, saw hope in humanity, remembered a special time when they had used public transport, or just made them think about transport in a new light. So maybe people will want to see this film after all…

I also received positive feedback from the Melbourne Documentary Film Festival ‘A Way We Go is a very enjoyable and moving portrayal about  transportation. The documentary was very accessible and emotionally rich. The director command of pacing, editing, colouring is masterful . Recommended’. I got almost as excited as I would have if I got into a film festival.

And after all the excitement of the screening wears off (accelerated by the less glamorous task of having to look after a toddler), you are left wondering what’s next… I felt like I wanted to get my film out there to everyone with community screenings, but I had to (and still have to) play the waiting game with film festivals first. If I can get it into some festivals I feel like it will help it spread to different corners of the world and give it some credibility when I do try and distribute it through screenings, schools, universities and maybe even TV and the internet.

If you are interested in seeing the film, I will try and set up a mailing list system to keep you updated.  Also, if you are really keen and would like to put on a screening, please get in contact with me and we might be able to make it happen.

Thanks again to everyone who has helped make this film happen. I’m so glad it did and I can’t wait to show it to you :).

It’s been a long journey, and my life has changed quite a bit along the way, but the film is nearly ready for showing!!!  It is just under an hour and I feel heartbroken with the number of amazing interviews that aren’t there but I was told to keep it short and not have too many different faces.

I almost feel like writing a post about post production, but I don’t think I can give you many interesting insights.  I’m definitely not a natural editor but it has been satisfying to actually learn a little bit about it. Eager to learn about the art of editing I found that most books focused on managing editing software and expecting you to just naturally know when to cut.  At the end of the day I guess it does take practise but I think there are also a few tricks to it (that I still don’t know).

Really looking forward to hearing the sounds and music that are currently being worked on.  Sounds and rhythms in moving around are so omnipresent I think it will add a lot to the film.

So if you are wanting to see the film, put on a community screening, or just feel a sense of relief for me that all this dabbling with a half broken computer and a million hard drives is about to be over – please contact me.

So it’s been a while and my film still has a way to go but here is a trailer for the meantime…