Je voudrais un balcon

Thankfully all the snow and ice has gone, unfortunately none of the people who wished it upon us perished. There's always a group of people who simply plead for it to snow, I guess in some vague attempt to distract themselves from the pointlessness of their monotonous endeavours. I'm not saying I'm better than them, I'm the same, I just realise it, accept it and move on; knowing that an aesthetically-pleasing, yet tangibly unpleasant weather event will do little to exert the momentum needed to launch myself out of life-long minutiae. But I guess getting sick a dozen times in three months and constantly almost falling on your hole makes up for it, yeah? Grow up. Fucking snow-enablers.

I recently found a video showcasing the small town where I made this short film. Last time I was there it was unbearably hot, sticky and hot. Still, I think I'd prefer it over Belfast at the moment. Chances are the weather is minimally better and the language barrier prevents me from getting into a conversation about snow.