Gemma and Jane are RANK. – A few years out of education, able to enjoy the pleasures of being grown up without the ties of a spouse or children or a mortgage, yet still they find themselves in utterly compromising situations all starting at a taxi rank. Be prepared for explicit subject matters and dark themes in this love letter to female friendship and moral tale of why you shouldn’t let your phone die on a night out.

There is a really beautiful thing about female friendship. It’s messy and bitchy and hard at times but it’s all worth it because of the amount of fun and love you gain from it. You're in your own world together, speaking the same language one which most other people don’t understand.

 You can feel everything that person feels and even with a slight change in expression you know exactly what they are thinking. 

Dancing in the kitchen before a night out is a ritual, that sets you off with confidence and excitement. Sitting hungover in the living room watching shit TV and reminiscing over the night before is a practice done too often, but always makes that pounding head feel a little lighter. 

And knowing that you can go to them, in a moment of sadness whether it be a genuine tragedy or something minuscule you have cried over millions of times knowing that they will always listen, and be there for you to try and make you feel better. Those are the moments and feelings I cherish and wanted to immortalise. And that is RANK.

What started while waiting at a taxi rank, became a love letter to my best friends, and how much better the world is with them in it. It also has a sub plot about a cat and stuff, but you’ll have to come to see it to find out what happens there!