By raj808 on Skatehive
Photo by Jenna Anderson on Unsplash An old woman leans forward, her lip quivering as her eyes narrow focusing on the television. “Oh, I love this one.” ``In the distance a fat middle-aged man walks methodically along a beach with a metal detector. It’s twilight and his dark blue parka makes him fade into the background. Cut to him closer, his metal detector starts beeping insistently. The scene cuts to him squatted over his detector, a look of triumph on his face, then to him shoulder deep in a hole. He emerges holding a sandy, rusted metal detector and after looking back at his own errant device collapses against the side of the hole in frustration.` `The screen cuts to black with the words...` My grandmother was my mentor, she liked the adverts more than the actual shows. I remember her eyes simmering when Coronation Street cut into the break sequence. She didn’t just swallow every word though, she was the harshest critic you could imagine. That’s where it began, subconsciously impri