Monday, 1 September 2008

Casting directors...

Are like very small children with ADD in the Shiny Land of Shiny.

I'll carefully craft a submission for, I don't know, a 25-year-old South Asian slim, stunning one-legged female plumber who can sing and play the barrel-organ, and they finally pick a tone-deaf, pasty John Prescott clone with five legs.

And am I the only one who dies a little inside when asked for a "named" actor? 'Cause actors are actually given names at birth, like everybody else - they're not like a modified Inuit tribe where, instead of getting a name at two or so, you only get it once you've gone through the rite of passage that is appearing in a bloody awful soap?

2 comments:

Mike Deakin said...

I'm obviously very stupid. The penny has just dropped. I now understand the title of your blog!

ps It's an entertaining read and are you perchance related to the communist's daughter? Your cousin with Costello's Syndrome made me wonder.

Oliver A. FP said...

ssh, but I'm her trans son - not out on her blog, in case anyone "difficult" reads it...

but yes, she has linked mine from hers - guess that I don't have a coherent strategy yet!

Oh yes - my partner knew I was really a guy years before we married (a true gay marriage) as did all my friends.. but if you look on her blog you'll find my final (wedding) show of femininity...

My partner and I thought "girl me" might as well go out with a bang!

(I remember you writing something about trans men once - it was good - here's a real live one for you!)

Indiana Jones is a horrible archaeologist who doesn't like snakes - an unpleasant excuse for a human being! :-p