TALL TALES
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Glenys smiled to herself as she answered ''me'' when a dumpy lady with frizzy red hair called ''next''. Glenys opened the door to be confronted by a short, stout, bald man standing by a window smoking a huge Havana cigar.The middle aged man took the money and put it in his pocket, he gestured with his hand to let Glenys go ahead of him.
When she was out of sight he took out the money and saw it was a fake note.....
"What can I do for you young lady?".
"Mr Hitchcock I wanna be in the movies".
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Not so much fantasy, as in the fantastic Thomas. More opening your mind. Take a look at the last one Jessica, Terry and I penned. Based on fact most if not all of the narrative. Believe me this is what Terry called our 'magnum opus', most others are far shorter. Give it a crack mein guten freund, for your good Aussie mate.
Grier
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Cigar puffing Mr Hitchcock said "Well Miss Glenys Stout, you've come to the right place if you want to get started in a few minor acting roles. I have a few irons in that fire. TV adverts too.
You've got a nice face, what's your background? Can you sing, dance, training, .... ?
My take is 18% of net profits to manage you."
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Grier
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Hi Thomas, I agree with Craig to have a crack. Maybe follow the evolving narrative to get a feel for this loose style of collaborative writing.
looker-on
aka Thomas the Kraut
Surely can't play Mrs Brighton.Other possible characters to play include:
Mr Dennis Groton the diddled old actor with the forged $50 note.
Mrs Celeste Brighton, the canny Secretary to Mr Hitchcock.
Or just walk through the door ... as whoever.
Terry/ Jessica I think we have snared Thomas, finally. You can play any character you wish mate, more than one even. That is what makes this game unique. The possibilities are only limited by your imagination. A few stories back we played a team of ghost hunters solving a decades long murder mystery.
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Grier
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How's this Thomas?
Mrs Celeste Brighton having finished some computer work and calls for Mr Hitchcock paid only cursory attention to Mr Groton's wave on to Glenys.
However, looking over her horn rimmed glasses, she saw Mr Groton with an annoyed look on his face whilst holding up a bank note to the light.
"What's up love?" she asked of Mr Groton, a long time client for small roles.
A lovely gay old guy she was friendly with.
Mrs Celeste Brighton having finished some computer work and calls for Mr Hitchcock paid only cursory attention to Mr Groton's wave on to Glenys.
However, looking over her horn rimmed glasses, she saw Mr Groton with an annoyed look on his face whilst holding up a bank note to the light.
"What's up love?" she asked of Mr Groton, a long time client for small roles.
A lovely gay old guy she was friendly with.
looker-on
aka Thomas the Kraut
No but it might well be that you've spotted one of my flaws, if you like. Consider this: Can a man, whose library was dukedom large enough but who, at the end of his life, can hardly bring himself to even read fiction any more, really be expected to write it, no matter at which level?
Thomas dont chicken out on us. We know you are stronger than that. Mate have a crack at least. For your freunds.No but it might well be that you've spotted one of my flaws, if you like. Consider this: Can a man, whose library was dukedom large enough but who, at the end of his life, can hardly bring himself to even read fiction any more, really be expected to write it, no matter at which level?
''I will do anything Mr Hitchcock''. This was music to the ears of the old lecher who in the past had given the first leg up to many a young wanna be actress. After all the 'casting couch' was often used but kept in total silence by most of the biggest studio heads in Hollywood.
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Grier
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""Anything Miss Stout??, Glenys."
"Well how about we discuss your future prospects over dinner tonight? I have to speak with another client, a Mr Groton who I thought was before you. Nevermind, show business, eh.
How about 8pm at the Ambassador?
My shout Miss Glenys Stout.
I can get my secretary Celeste to make a booking."
"Well how about we discuss your future prospects over dinner tonight? I have to speak with another client, a Mr Groton who I thought was before you. Nevermind, show business, eh.
How about 8pm at the Ambassador?
My shout Miss Glenys Stout.
I can get my secretary Celeste to make a booking."
Grier
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No but it might well be that you've spotted one of my flaws, if you like. Consider this: Can a man, whose library was dukedom large enough but who, at the end of his life, can hardly bring himself to even read fiction any more, really be expected to write it, no matter at which level?
Good point Thomas and well said.
I often berate myself for not reading more of my own unread books too, and I have many. For decades as a teacher my school libaries had clean outs and I'd take bag fulls of Science and Maths texts, and many other disciples, and historical fiction.
I feel I should read more paper books and I do prefer historical drama usually. Even Sci-Fi stuff. Scientific prognostications intrigue me too as to flakey they can be.
Like the old saying "the future is an unknown land."
Nowadays my face is stuck to my tablet mostly "reading" articles about global issues, like the US elections. Local, natio al, ... too. I think my most liked media is great ABC DAB radio with many great channels. Pod casts of all sorts.!
With the 21st century addiction to screens I am happy to spend time working in my garden, with my animals, my house, cycling, riding mc, social things, mostly things with a physical aspect after a life time of my own nose stuck in books and screens .
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