An Actor Abroad


In the last few months the idea of backpacking has been a none stop itch in the back of my mind.

Understandably one that won’t go away until I scratch.

Alas, who do I think I am to put my ever the more static life on pause to run wild in the depths of India.


For the last 7 years I’ve given atleast 75% of myself to the craft. The other 25 obviously spent drinking/recovering with about 7 months in between sweating it out tryna get a first.

This post was supposed to be about An Actor Abroad, lost in Guatemala maybe, or Bali.

But I think I’m An Actor Abroad in London. Never more lost than I am in this great city.

Am I alone in that?

Am I an actor/bar manager?

Or am I managing a bar with sporadic acting movements?
I never wanted to be an actor. Like most things in my life I fell into it. A cocky 17 yr old with nothing better to do that day then rock up to an open audition.

And it’s shaped my life for the past 6 years.

I’m ready to re-model.

Am I giving up on dreams?

Or am I finally fulfilling them?

‘But you’re a good actor.’

Yes but have you ever seen me in a hammock with a bottle of Cobra afternoon napping.

Cus I’m fuckin good at that too.


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