The Spirit of the Stairwell

Okay, watch this video …

Now if, at any point, you found yourself nodding in agreement with that (if, in fact, your response was anything other than a nauseous, hollow void opening up in the pit of your stomach accompanied by a deep all-consuming sadness that people feel the need to treat each other in that way) then I don’t think we’re ever going to be friends. It’s probably best we part company at this early stage before we become too attached to each other. Freedom of speech sounds like such a noble concept until people use it to spout self-righteous, unsubstantiated poison.

For the rest of us there’s this to reassure ourselves we’re not alone:

Been working on this film festival for the last year. The After Show party is free and who doesn’t love getting beyond drunk on a Thursday night?

There’s a whole world of culture out there, tear your eyes away from Britain’s Got Talent for a few seconds and look out the window. Can you see a cinema or a theatre or a little pub with a music venue upstairs that showcases independent music?

Okay I guess that was a bit of a long shot … but I’m trying to paint a picture here, a world of possibilities where people are funny or wise or profound. Where art teaches us something or at least makes us think a little. It’s a world of trial and error, crazy collaborations and singular experiences.

It isn’t presented by Ant and Dec.

Welcome to the Spirit of the Stairwell.