I think I’m meant to live abroad, or at least go there more. There’s something about that warmth on the wind, the dark blackness of the sea at night, the clear skies…For a few years I’ve bored those brave enough to be near me with my desires to go on holiday to the 1960’s Med.

I know if I did go back it wouldnt be how I imagine it, I see it through the lens and film of yesteryear, those slightly off vintagy colours, james bondy greens and browns

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They seem much more appealing to me than the images we see in the brochures, the crystal clear images of crystal clear seas and shiny oily people…maybe if I constructed some glasses with a green filter in them all scratched to buggery?