And The Oscars Went To...
Okay, so my finely honed, RHM© theory for forecasting Oscar winners is a steaming pile of poo; only four correct predictions (all the acting categories) out of six. Still, it’s a better ratio than Martin Scorsese who’s now 0 for 5, poor (good)fella.
To deflect the attention away from my own inadequacies, here’s a little Scottish Hollywood story* that I was reminded of last week.
Sean Connery’s agent phones him and tells him there’s a wonderful, new movie deal on the table; a potentially huge payday and working with a renowned director. All he asks is that Sean turns up at an audition the next day for tennish.
"Tennish?" replies Sir Sean. "I don't even own a racquet"
*©Graeme “Wee Man/Kirky” Kirk
To deflect the attention away from my own inadequacies, here’s a little Scottish Hollywood story* that I was reminded of last week.
Sean Connery’s agent phones him and tells him there’s a wonderful, new movie deal on the table; a potentially huge payday and working with a renowned director. All he asks is that Sean turns up at an audition the next day for tennish.
"Tennish?" replies Sir Sean. "I don't even own a racquet"
*©Graeme “Wee Man/Kirky” Kirk
posted by Neil @ 11:59 pm
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2 Comments:
Did I tell you that one? It's my favourite joke, and has been for a while...
Greenglasssilly
Neil,
excellent joke- haven't heard it before- obviously not your own - but congratulations on at least reaching the punchline- and nailing it !
DC
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