"Honestly, I could eat a bowl of alphabet soup and shit a better media release than that!"
I’m back, but my back still isn’t 100 per cent so I’m stalking the halls with my trusty walking stick*, snarling at people who get in my way**.
In fact, based on my recent experiences, I’m writing a screen play about a brilliant, grumpy cunt with a walking stick and alcohol and drug issues.
I’m thinking of calling it Brilliant, grumpy cunt with a walking stick.
* And this isn’t one of those wimpy aluminium walking sticks you see about town these days. This is a good, solid lump of wood that says “get off my front lawn, you kids”.
** Which I tend to do anyway. But now I’m got a reason.