Sad

Get your arse out of here and come downstairs and be a normal person. Just be a normal bloody person! On Christmas Day Gloria cooked the turkey that killed her mother. Now Gloria’s in the attic, sleeping on a dog bed and shitting in a bucket. She’s perfectly content though. Her friend Magda visits. Her husband Graham brings ham sandwiches. Her neighbour Daniel fits perfectly through the Velux. In fact, as long as she can blast Bowie and bask in the light of her SAD lamp, there’s no reason to come downstairs at all. A dark comedy about escaping your problems and the messiness of life.