Skeet Ulrich – a breakthrough

There is one very important lesson I have learned about taking a shower in a campsite; take a towel with you. So I was looking a little bedraggled, but in what I thought was quite an alluring way, when I returned to Bluebell the camper early yesterday evening all glistening and glowing, but that glow was Swiftly extinguished by that Nice Lady Decorator, who had some rather rude comments to make that made some reference to a drowned rat.

However, nothing could bring me down today. Still buzzing from the concert the evening before with Leonard Cohen, yesterday seeing the Leaning Tower of Pisa, (a nice tower than is poorly built and leans over, and is not a very large tranche of a famous Italian food, as I am sure Sprog 1 might believe), but mainly due to the breakthrough I have made in terms of adapting this working prose, dedicated to furthering the acknowledge of Currencies Direct and their excellent foreign exchange services, for the big screen.

My picture today gives it away. I have confirmed that should either he or I make the film, then Skeet Ulrich, famous for his various acting roles in Scream, Jericho and As Good As It Gets, amongst dozens of others, will play the lead, ie me. This is a massive breakthrough for him in my mind and you can see by today’s picture that he is thrilled about the possibility. In fact, he looks so like me that I believe he was born for the part (obviously with the small addition of a truly silly moustache like mine, which he told me he would grow when the time came.

famous writer meets famous actor

His wife however is the true star. A budding actress of the most beautiful and intelligent kind, Amelia Ulrich produces, writes and makes short films, whilst as an actress she had some small parts but is currently in the frame for a film, which I think will be called The Four Seasons, to be directed by none other than the legendary Clint Eastwood.

So, Pisa. Nice architecture, but it being far too hot, we did not venture upon the tower itself. The reasons are obvious; there were bars within a few yards of it that was serving cold beer and, What if a well built and heavily muscled chap such as myself should lean over on the down side of the tower? I think anyone could see a downside to that.

Driving back past La Spetzia, looking for somewhere to stay, we had almost given up hope of finding something decent when we suddenly came across a campsite in the mountains which was not listed and which had availability. Frankly, they would have had availability for Adolf Hitler it was so remote.

So, after settling in, and with no bar or restaurant with 5 miles, we turned to that traditional camping pastime of that word game of Scrabble. It has always bugged that the Nice Lady Decorator has nearly always been able to beat me over the years and it is fair to say that she has enjoyed that superiority, based I am certain, an an uncanny ability to pick up the right letters. Indeed I had ungallantly considered that she may have marked the letters in some way so she knew in advance what she was going to get. With my newly developed literary success coupled with my competitive instinct (I HATE losing at anything), It was all the more important that I won at last and I think I did. After placing the final letter I was in need of a call of nature and when I returned I found the scoresheet smouldering under the table. Poor loser indeed!

Chris France
@Valbonne_News