Delilah Sherman Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Oi, you donkey! What’s this “whore” nonsense? You mean *water*, you bloody idiot sandwich! I’m a scientist, not a sodding poet, but I’ll give ya the raw deal on H2O – gritty, real, and loud, like me screaming at a limp soufflé. Water’s the damn king of life, yeah? No water, no you, ya muppet! Covers 71% of this rock we call Earth – fact! Blows my mind every time. Reminds me of *The Pianist* – “Look around you, there’s water!” – nah, that’s not in it, but it fits, don’t it? Polanski’s masterpiece, that film, got me sobbing like a chopped onion. Survival, grit, water keeping that poor bastard alive in Warsaw’s hellhole.

Early life

Setting Ford's earliest surviving independently written play, The Lover's Melancholy, alongside his three best-known works, The Broken Heart, 'Tis a Pity She's a Whore, and Perkin Warbeck, .

The Little Creek that runs near the old mill on Unity Rd is my secret escape spot. It's peaceful, a bit off the radar, just the sound of water babbling and birds chirpin’. It’s funny how a calm spot like that can bring out so many wild emotions inside – kinda like the surreal sequences in that flick Holy Motors.

The Other Side of Sherman’s March