Butch aka Travis

Hi Hi Hi,

I was just wondering if any of you crazy cats had any spare cash lying around to donate to my last ever short film?

I know I am being blunt, but there is no really nice way of saying “Gimme!! Gimme!! Gimme!!” now is there?

It can even be my birthday and Christmas present if you want,

Remember, I’ll give you a credit in the film AND remember, for every dollar you don’t donate, a kitten dies.

Oh and apparently, the exchange rate is rather good.

Love you all

Travis

After much soul searching, I have finally decided on the short film I would like to end my short film career with (well for the time being anyway)

with the good news of The Oscars and Old Man Time both going to play in the Short Film Corner at the Cannes Film Festival. I have been focusing on making another semi short masterpiece.

Later in the year, I depart the sunny shorts of Ole’ Melbourne Towne, to further my own career and to broaden my mind in the home continent of Europe, beginning with the well trodden path in London, however, my aim to spend a wee bit ‘o time in France to simply read and to write.

2 years is the anticipated period of time i will be gone, but I am getting off topic. The Film, ahh yes, the final film in what has been a pretty amazing few years of film making for me.

Here is my ideal location for the film, alas it is in New Orleans.

Wearing the Chain: A film set whever you would like it to be, although drawing heavy stylisation from French Bayou area in Southern USA. I am talking Louisiana, New Orleans, lets live in a swamp and get eaten by a ‘gator territory, set in an undefined era, could be the 1800’s could be the mid 1900’s, hell it could even be today. It doesn’t matter.

After talking it over with a certain D.O.P friend of mine last night, we have come to a nice conclusion about the stylization or the mise en scene that we wish to portray. We spent the night analyzing films that we enjoy, and asking ourselves why we have never attempted something out of the ordinary. Like lighting a fire and filming through the haze, like Scorsese did in Ragingh Bull

I’ll keep you posted.

5:30pm

The evening before was spent doing nothing, the day spent in the same manner, bored. That tingle of the excitement of maybe getting inhebriated rings through the body

5:45pm
After much soul searching, the decision is made to get drunk

5:50pm
The call is put out, inviting all of my friends, with a simple but adequate message, “I want beer drink, you me go pub”

6:00pm
The last of my ‘friends’ messages trickle into my mobile phone. All say they are not interested/broke/out with girlfriends/working. The outlook grows dim indeed.

6:30pm
Episode of the Simpson’s finished, it seems that this is an indication of the rest of my night.

6:45pm
Ex girlfriend and a friend of hers from home drop around, inquire if I have had dinner, and if not would I like to join them. The answer is I have not had dinner, and I would like to join them. I do not get dressed overly fancy, Shorts, T-Shirt, It is still Summer after all

7:00pm
Arrive at Restaurant, Calabrese Pizza ordered, to accompany my Heineken. The Heineken arrives…. it begins

7:15pm
A second Heineken arrived. Pizza does not, they fucked up and bought me a Calabrese pasta. They offer a free drink. Third Heineken ordered.

7:45pm
Pizza eaten, Beer drunk, one more ordered. inquire if the girls want either a ménage à trois or to go to the pub. They turn down both requests.

8:15pm
5 beers down. It seems that I am finally out of options and hope. Tonight I will not get drunk

8:30pm
Whilst walking to car, my father calls. He is drunk and watching Rugby back home. I tell him I wish I were there, alas I am 2000 kms away, he suggests I go to pub, i say ‘no friends’, he says ‘who cares’, I agree. I say goodbye to girls and head to pub, by myself

8:45pm
Arrive at pub, just in time for game. Lions v Reds Super 14 game. Lions not my team, but are South African. My team plays later on during the night. Purchase 1 x Pint 1 x pack of smokes

9:15pm
Am no longer alone. An old Englishman named Charles invites me to join a group of young rag tag singletons at his table. Meet a whole bunch of loud Aussies. Buy another pint

9:45pm
Stop a fight between a group of Maoris and the Aussies. As the token South African I am impartial and therefore respected. Plus I am the biggest guy in the bar. Purchase 3rd pint

9:50pm
Thank you Pint bought by Charles. I don’t know what he was thanking me for as his lips have stopped moving and he no longer has control of his jaw or his hand. Suspect it is because he is thanking me for stopping the fight, or he has mistook me for someone else.

10:15pm
Rugby ends, Lions win. Pint purchased.

11:30pm
Pint purchased. Conversation improves. Go to the toilet.

11:45pm
On way back from toilet walked into a private function, a young girl dressed as a police woman is stuffing a carrot into vagina. Purchase Pint, observe. Get asked to leave when they realise I am in the right place at right time.

12:00am
Pub closes. Must finish Pint, I didn’t buy it, but it came from somewhere, I decide I must drink it. My new friends are all on their way home. It is an unusually early night for me. I decide to walk home

12:15am
Whilst walking home turned into Dean Martin.

12:20am

Walking past pub on Chapel Street. Spot two lads drinking in a pub wearing Lions shirts. I decide to stop for a drink and introduce myself

1:25am
My two friends turn out to be South African lads, they also have Foxtel, my rugby team is on in half an hour, they invite me to their house to watch. I inquire as to their domestic alcoholic beverage supply. They assure me it is adequate. Drop Jagerbomb, walk with my new friends.

2:00am
Arrive at house, nice apartment, views of the city, beer supply is very admirable, whats more it is South African beer, Carling Black Label. They give me Biltong and Drie Wors.

3:00am
Wall turns into a abominable snowman. TV screen looks like a moving painting. I fall over several times. Cough until i spew in my hand. Luckily my hosts don’t see. One of them has passed out, the other is getting him a pillo. I organise myself another beer.

4:00pm
My hosts plead with me to leave, they need to go to sleep. I oblige, provided they supply me with one beer. They agree. I take two.

4:30pm
Stumble down street. Pleased with self. Believe myself to be mystical goblin

5:00am
Arrive at Q bar. Still dressed in Shorts and T-Shirt, very unfashionable, but I must be having one of my good nights, I am being checked out. Try to get in to pub, bouncer says no. I make a joke, he does not laugh. I decide it is time to go. Drink the rest of beer.

5:15am
One street away from home, I notice a white girl dressed in a Sari. I ask her whats the deal, did not listen to answer. I offer her some alcohol. She agrees. I don’t have any. We catch cab to 24/7 bottle shop.

5:25am
Six pack of Vodka Lemon Lime and Bitters bought, we walk home again. Ironically she lives kinda near me, and I notice I walk past the restaurant where I had dinner 10 hours earlier.

5:45am
I agree to her demands that she refuses to sleep with me. I don’t mind because I am drunk anyway. It doesn’t stop though, I start to lick her neck. She asks where I live. She suggests we go there.

6:00am
At my house. Lost shirt somewhere. Pull her Sari off whilst stumbling, it falls to reveal the largest set of natural tits I have ever seen.

6:30am
Blank

11:00am
Wake up to see girl getting dressed and going through my wallet for cab money. I give her $5 and tell her to get the hell out of my house.

11:10am
Pass out, with huge smile on face. I was born into this personality.