The film is out there – at the the Curzon Mayfair and the Barbican plus a bunch of cinemas in Ireland and a smattering in the UK. And it’s been reviewed, giving lie to the age old saw: There IS such a thing as bad publicity, with some honourable exceptions in the Irish press, the Independent in the UK and Psychologies magazine. But fuck it: here’s a picture of me standing in front of the poster for the film I made and love and am proud of outside the Curzon. My Mum’s schepping nachas from heaven and you know what? I kind of agree with the Observer that the past looks a bit Jack Vettriano. And you know what else? I’m going to make another one. Fail better next time (Beckett, I think)!