It’s a shame the way it seems to go. Me and Rambo Rabbit cruisin’ through town. He’s fun alright, he’s the king of Fun. Ah, good times, good times. Cause now my best friend – my partner in crime -, I’m afraid it looks like we’re gonna have to go our separate ways. Cause the thing is, friendships come and go. You know, kinda like smoking habits do. Cause though he’s the ultimate pal to go out partying, I kinda want to pause the party for a while. I need to work on my serious skills. Like, it’s nothing personal. And all them parties, well, they do tend to sabotage any serious self-development. So I’m off to Rabbit’s house for what’s likely to be the very last time and when I arrive at his place, I look at his garden decorations thinking how much I’ve missed those. And before I realise it we’re back at the pub, hanging about, just sitting there drinking pints. I mean, he’s got it all: the booze, the occasional sexual harassment, the bar brawl so typical of some drunk misunderstanding, the usual kebab-stops at 3 a.m. while he’s leaving you out in the cold smoking a ciggy. But then of course, I forgot the puking part. The taxi part. The fuck-now-I-have-to-go-on-alone part. But yeah. Rambo Rabbit’s parties. You gotta love those. I’m gonna miss those.
Director of MV: Dan Henshaw