What Would Alexander Supertramp Do?

One of the things I love best is listening to people talk about their childhoods. The smallest details thrill me. I can almost taste the crispy bacon sandwiches, hear mums raise their voices over suspicious smoke-infused clothing, visualise the garish neon of a 70s wild child and suffer a broken heart with stories of broken homes. I suppose it isn’t strange really, especially with my love of story telling and the way I tend to immerse myself in music, literature, film and most importantly people’s lives. I've always partially lived in my own dream world. I also have a thing for names. It’s always easier to picture a Frank, Julia or a Steve than simply 'mum', 'cousin' or 'nan'.

Expectations & the Cultural Divide

I used to think that it was the age gap that created the severe miscommunication between my generation and those which precede us. Increasingly, I am starting to feel that within my own society, and more so within my own family, it is the cultural divide that has created this glaring black hole of misunderstanding and despair. Fairly dramatic, I know, but it is undeniable that it is ‘friction’ like this that shapes our personalities and in effect, our lives.