Sam

Many things have been said of me, Sam J. Hunt: misogynist; freeloader; pisshead; not quite ape, not quite human, but something in between; dangerous; lazy; hypnotic; a strange combination of mild-mannered and loud-mouthed, die-hard idiot... the list goes on. For many years now I have been writing in the vague and unlikely chance that someday I will be published. Of course, it would be more likely and less vague if these typed gems were posted to publishers. I am in University. I have been in Wolverhampton for four years, and I am still on my first year. Strange, you may ask. But, rest assured, there's a very dull explanation for it. I am studying film, and I am in pre-pre-pre-production on a short film for the summer (for those not in the business, pre-pre-pre-production is when the script is not yet written, no idea of story and no idea of how, has come to pass. Pre-pre-pre-production is where two pissed film-students go: "let's make a film." "O.K.")