As a kid growing up with uncles who were Sydney Sharps, this story is quite a personal one for me. I was lucky enough to have an ear against a constant stream of legends like this, and as such, I came up believing that everyone knew who the Sharpies were, though these days most people are unaware of their hold on Australia for a brief period in the 60s - 70s. A vibrant yet volatile, racially unified blue-collar community, they were feared by outsiders and respected by their own and their enemies - the surfies, the mods, dirty cops... Then, like a flash, they were gone with the introduction of harder drugs and disco music; culture changed and the Sharpies died out. My uncles, aunties and ‘unofficial’ uncles would spin yarns like this and I credit any story-telling ability I have to them and their many hairy tales; the art of telling a story is like currency in the criminalhood and they were spectacular story-tellers. My uncle Kieran – the namesake of our hero (Remy’s dad in the flashbacks) passed away only weeks before we finished our film and my own father passed away while it was being written; like the Sharps, this film has seen a lot of life – My Producer Bernadette Elsouri and I each lost a parent and saw the birth of our children in this time. We’ve been on a journey the last two years, putting this project together! We're determined to give the Sharpie subculture their time on the screen and back into the zeitgeist. What we’ve produced is both a short film and a proof of concept for our feature; a story we’re so excited to tell. North America has 'Kids'. The Brits have 'This is England'. The Scots have their 'Trainspotting' and the French have 'La Haine'… Australia needs its Sharpie film.