Rhi Axtell – Writer

It’s late.

It’s dark.

It’s foggy.

I just walked home alone after seeing the film Nosferatu with my friends.

My thoughts? Visually stunning. So creepy. Soooo gross at times.

Sometimes the spoken lines made us laugh when they were supposed to be serious.

Nosferatu’s moustache was too big.

Scary? Definitely. It was actually exactly what I wanted from a vampire film. Possibly the most vampire-y film I have ever seen. Much blood was sucked (loudly and with great enthusiasm – there was a lot of slurping).

Do I wish my wife was back from France and I wasn’t sitting in my flat alone?

100%.

Luckily I am really… like… brave and stuff. Super brave.

Now I am going to listen to some Taylor Swift and dance around a bit for completely unrelated reasons.