Conville & Walsh

My name is Flick and these are the images of my disconnected life, my forgettable weeks and unforgettable weekends. I am one of the disaffected youth, a child of the ASBO generation and we live like we might die every second, while missing all the real things we should be living for (it’s true, we know what we lack – why d’you think we’re wankered half the time?). These few lines, this poem to post-pubescence details one stand-out summer in my life when, and I kid you not, I
suffered two epiphanies, two real things that I learnt. The first was the name of the (possible) love of my life, the second, about myself – I realised I was a knobend.

Flick is young, smart, stoned and in love. Stranded in his hometown by a lack of education, cash and anything really worth going, he muses on whether Pepsi is better than Coke, the Art of the Right Amount of Stoned and why Rainbow, the new girl in town, is just so much hotter than the losers and users he counts as friends.

But when a dangerous figure from his past threatens his future, Flick finds himself torn between the ties that bind him to his old life and the freedom that Rainbow represents. FLICK is a brilliant, unforgettable moment in the life of two teenagers: a sweet taste of young life, a love letter to hope.