Talking of truth lying underneath the skin; last night, I met an old Italian man in Tottenham Retail Park's Tk Maxx called Justin who pitched me his entire idea for an epic autobiographic film. It started off in an Essex orphanage but then sees him go to Islington as a teen and then to Tottenham Hale as an old man - LOL. He kept accidentally hitting people with his walking stick when a really cool part of the story happened. I asked him for his email so he could send me the script and we could start making it into a film but he said that he wasn't on the internet... I was like oh yeah I know I'm not on social media either I don't have a smart phone we're one and the same Justin. But then he literally wasn't on the internet, not because he didn't have a SIM card or anything but because the temptation and the urge was too great for him. I was like oh yeah, the internet can be so addictive, youtube and all that. But then he gave me a stare inferring that he wasn't talking about YOUTUBE. Anyway, good chats.