Life's hard when you're a rockstar.
Today we're off into Central London for a photoshoot. I am dressed like the dad in 1980's and 1990's films who is always so busy at his big time advertising job in the city (if not just drinking champagne and doing coke in the bathroom) that he forgets about his son's little league baseball game and arrives at the diamond last minute to catch the groundskeeper raking the field. The groundskeeper turns around and looks at the bad dad scornfully, shakes his head and gets back to work.
Something similar happened in 'Hook'. I must practise spinning my mobile phone like a cowboy with a magnum.
Saturday, April 23, 2005
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4 comments:
it might be like the psycologist who tries to solve other people's problems but forget about the problem that he's got at home.
I think someone should write self help book for analysts.
Not a bad point at all there buddy.
You weren't talking about me, where you? Oh, and whoever won that softball game?
No Dad, not talking about you there - don't worry!
I think the Scotch Plains Yankees won.
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