Nicely spun yarn -- loopy, but nice. Casting: Plain Jane to oo-la-la to good on ya, mate!
Since I get the unintelligibility of the dialect gag of the footballer clan, can I now have subtitles, please? I do want to know what he's saying, after all. The casual treatment of heroine-addicted group attendee begs a film cast entirely of heroine-addicted players.
O, yeah, and why doesn't the dripping plaster ceiling weaken and yield to the weight of the hot water laden cast iron [presumably claw footed] tub fall to the flat below and into the couch on which Lachlan Glendenning lay obliviously injected and comatose?