It was the holy trinity of castings - a corporate, a theatre job (understudy - boo) and a film. And I got the film. Exit Steve Dineen, unemployed actor and handyman bitch...enter John (surname to be decided), consultant heart specialist, breezy charmer and control freak.
Come to think of it. it's all film at the moment. I've just been sent a script for a completely top secret feature that I'm not even allowed to speak about, or discuss the plot of, or speculate about which names might be in the frame for which part.
Luckily I'm a discreet sort of a chap. Unlike someone I did a sabbatical year with, who was contacted by a certain government department and invited in for a cosy chat with some gentlemen who were known only by their initials. He instantly told all of us about it, of course. Sure enough, next day, he had a second, steelier phone call cancelling the appointment
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The funny thing, is except for "consultant heart surgeon," that's a pretty accurate description of you.
Ha ha
I'd like to clear up that that comment was not made by me. Apart form the fact that you consulted on my heart a few years ago and it's still going strong, I'm pleased we went ahead with the surgery. Though using a child cutlery set was a little concerning at the time, but the monkey heart is working just fine. I do always crave bananas now, and I've been picking my own tea from Cliff's too. Though Mr Richard now has a restraining order.
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