Jan 15 2009
Day whatever - a search for a new hero
I’ve decided to not attempt Kif’s theory yet, Orlando gazes back at me with trust from my calendar. He must thinks I’m doing the right thing. But then he’s on my side because he hasn’t had to help me out much yet. He’s had a pretty easy job as my hero for this experience. He probably feels a bit redundant as a talisman, always waiting for the call. I suppose he is more of a mascot than a talisman, he doesn’t really have a lot to do with drinking. Withnail and I or Phil Mitchell from Eastenders would probably be more appropriate. Orlando probably wakes up in his boxy Californian villa, walks through the whitewash interior to the kitchen bar. There hot butterless toast, a grapefruit and green tea await for him to eat and contemplate the sea view. He’ll then don his white khaki trousers and linen shirt, tie his pony tail up and go for a barefoot run on the empty beach overtaking wild horses as the surf crashes…. What the hell am I doing? That’s it, he’s cut! No more Orlando and his tampon adverts! .As the great, late Tina Turner once said – I need a hero. But it ain’t Orlando, and Tina isn’t dead yet. I think I’ll ask Phil Mitchell to be my hero.
