As I live and breathe......
Alright, alright I get it. Stop with the nudging already. If I told you the truth of my absence, you wouldn't believe it. So instead, I'll just blame it on new Morrissey :'( singles and say YOU HAVE KILLED ME. Yes, you. Actually, Angelina kills me. Destroying my fairy godfather dreams! I could've provided strong female guidance! I'm joking, of course. It's amazing she even considered me, let alone to see my name in the same sentence as George Clooney. But.
"The London Marathon is set for a starring role on cinema screens
around the world - as the subject of its own Hollywood film, entitled
simply Marathon.
Jonny Lee Miller, the star of Trainspotting, Toby Stephens, who was
a Bond villain in Die Another Day and Parminder Nagra, the star of
Bend it Like Beckham, are set to star in the £20 million film which
is being dubbed the new Chariots of Fire."
And then there's this:
The latest television development news, culled from recent wire reports: SMITH (CBS, New!) - Uber-producer John Wells ("ER," "The West Wing") has booked a pilot order at the Eye for a new drama about the inner workings of a team of criminals. Ray Liotta ("ER"), Virginia Madsen ("Sideways"), Amy Smart ("Road Trip"), Franky G. ("Jonny Zero") and Jonny Lee Miller ("Aeon Flux") have already been cast in the project.
Clearly I'm trying to follow in Michelle's footsteps. Which is only fitting, after my four week long memorial jog through the wilds of New Jersey in memory of dearly departed Daddy Rodriguez and his first pair of spandex, 1970s style. Long story. Anyway, watch me go. From straight to video films to the American small screen. Ray Liotta! My career is amazing.
Speaking of careers, my career in marathons was almost cut short by a tragic keg accident involving my foot and said keg rolling down the sidewalk at approximately 20 kilometres per hour. I was trying to play the hero, mostly because it was my fault and the neighbour's children didn't deserve to be maimed for life by my own stupidity and a runaway object full of delicious frothy beverages. The injury's almost healed, so fear not. It's given me time to indulge my love of Olympic male figure skating and work out an exercise plan for Robbie Williams, who's graciously agreed to let me be his personal trainer in lieu of prison time for a small incident involving the postman, a doll in his likeness and a note I'd fashioned out of cut-out letters from magazines threatening to burn his house down unless he joined the Take That reunion tour.
And. Well. That's it, really. Less than a month and I'll be in the Sahara jogging for charity. There's still time to donate, so in lieu of nudging, why not empty your pockets and sponsor my certain death. Good day and God bless.
"The London Marathon is set for a starring role on cinema screens
around the world - as the subject of its own Hollywood film, entitled
simply Marathon.
Jonny Lee Miller, the star of Trainspotting, Toby Stephens, who was
a Bond villain in Die Another Day and Parminder Nagra, the star of
Bend it Like Beckham, are set to star in the £20 million film which
is being dubbed the new Chariots of Fire."
And then there's this:
The latest television development news, culled from recent wire reports: SMITH (CBS, New!) - Uber-producer John Wells ("ER," "The West Wing") has booked a pilot order at the Eye for a new drama about the inner workings of a team of criminals. Ray Liotta ("ER"), Virginia Madsen ("Sideways"), Amy Smart ("Road Trip"), Franky G. ("Jonny Zero") and Jonny Lee Miller ("Aeon Flux") have already been cast in the project.
Clearly I'm trying to follow in Michelle's footsteps. Which is only fitting, after my four week long memorial jog through the wilds of New Jersey in memory of dearly departed Daddy Rodriguez and his first pair of spandex, 1970s style. Long story. Anyway, watch me go. From straight to video films to the American small screen. Ray Liotta! My career is amazing.
Speaking of careers, my career in marathons was almost cut short by a tragic keg accident involving my foot and said keg rolling down the sidewalk at approximately 20 kilometres per hour. I was trying to play the hero, mostly because it was my fault and the neighbour's children didn't deserve to be maimed for life by my own stupidity and a runaway object full of delicious frothy beverages. The injury's almost healed, so fear not. It's given me time to indulge my love of Olympic male figure skating and work out an exercise plan for Robbie Williams, who's graciously agreed to let me be his personal trainer in lieu of prison time for a small incident involving the postman, a doll in his likeness and a note I'd fashioned out of cut-out letters from magazines threatening to burn his house down unless he joined the Take That reunion tour.
And. Well. That's it, really. Less than a month and I'll be in the Sahara jogging for charity. There's still time to donate, so in lieu of nudging, why not empty your pockets and sponsor my certain death. Good day and God bless.