Cowboys and Rhodesians – Prologue. A little
hint of the direction I might go in…
And so the curtains fall on the final
scene. The audience, all one of them, leap up and rush to the toilet to throw
up. The actor appears for his accolade and encore. Instead he is offered a
bottle of plonk and a corkscrew, along with his P45. He is sacked.
He does not care. Fame – for one glorious
moment he was the ultimate, the unquestionable, people cried out his name ‘Who
the fuck are you, you dumb twat?’
The actor just smiled – he knew what he was
- Last of the Rhodesians. Unique, rare and very much insane, but he has lived a
life most people would be proud not to have experienced.
The actor bows to an empty atrium. He is
happy. He knows what he has to do next – start begging on the next corner for a
brown bottle and dig in the dustbin outside McDonalds for a half finished ‘Shitburger’,
but he has still his pride intact.
His clothes may well be in tatters, but he
has one advantage over those that laugh at his plight – they are all idiots. Any
fool can make money and live a grand life. It takes brains to be a total loser…
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