You've just provided me with the makings of one hell of a weekend in Dublin.
I don't deal at all well with the relative amount of stuff I have to face already.
My preference is that, that day when someone sticks a tripod in front of you with a camera on the top, it is not day one.
I have a strange relationship with time. I'm not aware of it passing.
I'm not really a storyteller myself - I tend to get all tangled up when I try and tell stories.
I suppose it's a very highly developed form of denial, but some part of me completely denies that I'm a performer.