Fuelled by Chai Tea, anxious pacing and a nocturnal disposition, Elliott is a devout believer in the value of the last minute.
An aspiring writer/director/stage-manager/organiser/composer (and reluctant actor)
there is nothing he won't try to avoid getting a real job.
Isaac should, really, by all accounts, be working in a discount retail shop, dropping
boxes of fragile tat and getting shouted at by his boss for the minimum wage.
Instead he can be found writing stories about octogenarians hanging themselves from
Christmas trees, making films about fictional pornstars in anarchist bookshops, or sleeping too much.
He hates Chai Tea.