Never meet your hero… they said!

Well in my dim distant past somewhere I heard, never meet your idol.

The notion was I think, he would be an obnoxious oik, smashed from the pedestal you stuck him on, in more pieces than Humpy’s curvy arse!

Well he wasnt, he isnt! I wont mentions any names, you know the drill. But last night I was privileged to meet a mind I have admired for many, many years. A writer, actor, and funny guy. But most importantly, a genuine and courteous chap, who put up with my ramblings for more time than he should.

I did dribble on about Megan, god I wish he would take her story on and create the script. Get commissioned and bring her to the TV. But of course it wont happen, just another dream to add to the pile of disappointments sixty odd years brings.
But still. I met him. Kissed his passing feet and crawled over the palm leaves placed where he walked. Perhaps that’s my lot.

So back to writing I guess. My legacy. A dusty document stuffed in the third draw, under my will. At least one of them has some value 🙂