That disheveled, green haired grrrl from the record store. I tripped over a can of celluloid and into art school somewhere along the way, to make cameras from vegetables, and process films in household chemicals. Normally found at 3am geeking out with my boy from the local fleapit. One day we will solve marital disputes with tea and a plate of biscuits, or a pickaxe, end reel yet to be shot.