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francis is getting squeezed by the one who loves stamping up and down corridors and slamming doors just for the cinema of it. the house actually moves. francis wants to transform himself from a businessman to a hobo on the road with a cannondale badboy and the lightest tent on the market. the guy is a cashed up artistic tragic; a film maker turning down work at the glastonbury festival with the bbc to get mashed potato instead and undulate in different frequencies. now he is talking about getting a typewriter. it'll offset the weight spared by the tent. he has even moved from beer and skunk joints to hash bongs and whiskey. he's been in london ten years with a regular potato mash up in a covent garden music video studio. fancy a trip?