Tale of a broken down eccentric, denizen of the Arts Gallery Tearoom,named Frank Brinkman, who contrives a Heath-Robinson style contraption to film his own dreams - this is the 1980s and the sources seem rather more analogue than digital, apparently including old automobiles,TVs and videos. The consequences, as the story unravels, are essentially tragic.
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