“So fuck that. Fuck Normal” said one of today’s finest Scottish writers.
Another Scottish writer worried “He is partially crazy, yes. He is maybe seventy-six percent crazy”
Robert Louis Stevenson was fascinated by the “the uneven surface of the self” and one of his many biographers said this about him:“what to write about: his subject was always, somehow, himself.”
The following film is loosely connected by my [once] commonplace name: it is two fingers-up to narcissism and shouts: “fuck that”.
Footnotes:
(1) Peter Gordon, Forres gardener, was my great-great-uncle.
(2) every ‘other’ Peter Gordon that features in this film has no [known] relationship with my family
(2) my family descend from the Gordons of Lost (in Strathdon)
(3) Thank you to C. Duncan for “Talk Talk Talk” [without which soundtrack this film would never have become]
