shutter island, shutter Ireland, fucker island, cookie island

Emma and I watched Shutter Island yesterday. It left scars in my soul.

Last night I had a horrible dream, I was the main protagonist in a twisted game where I was given complicated tasks to achieve, I struggled so hard to make it, to achieve every single challenge I was given, but the thing was; they weren’t actually physically possible. There was never a solution. Everyone knew, everyone but me and all around me people saw me struggle and fail, time after time. Everyone knew but no one said anything. Because it was all a game, and I was the amusement.

So when I woke up I felt slightly uncomfortable, to cheer myself up I thought I would make a movie. I would call it Shutter Ireland. It would involve a mental institution, Guinness, strong violence, inappropriate jokes and Woody Allen. I chuckled to myself for about two seconds, then I thought about all the lovely Irish people I have met, and I immediately regretted my thoughts, I have nothing against the Irish!

After a day in the studio, I thought I might make a movie after all. I will call it Fucker Island. It will be a psychological thriller which takes place in north east Scotland. A dark and twisted game where poor, unaware, young souls are being fooled, and where the penalty for failure will consequence in uncomfortable and unfavourable substantiation in their future CV.

But then! I came home and I found a parcel!

What could it be?!

A giant chunk of cocaine? Who on earth would send me coke?! I don’t do drugs, silly! (ps. True story)

I opened and I was DELIGHTED to find A CAKE! Not any cake, LINZER TORTE!!!! Which I love! My granny sent me one of her delicious home made cakes! Bless her!!! <3

So I thought I’d make an other movie, I’d call it Cookie Island....

Lol.

to be continued....