This is from chapter 7. Douglas Doolan II is a fading Hollywood heart throb who is past his use by date.
...He
turned off the television and slumped down in his easy chair and thought of
James Caldecott, a nobody, a person with a couple of miracles up his sleeve, a
person who lived in the suburbs getting all the attention.
"Be
nice," he spat. "ppffffh." Doolan wallowed for a bit then the
beetroot juice kicked in and he frowned.
He sat and thought a bit more. He twisted
his lips into a grin of sorts. If the director has seen it he might well have
called cut and put that take on the cutting room floor. Douglas Doolan II had a
ugly sneer even seen from his best side.
"If
the mountain won't come to Mozambique then Mohammad will go to the
mountain." Douglas Doolan II might have been a great actor in his day, but
his general knowledge was a shocker and his attempts at metaphor and simile
even worse
.
..."Mr
Doolan, if we could just get a photograph?" Ruth butted in. At the mere
mention of a photograph Doolan bucked up and once more sucked in his gut. Like
the hair shampoo ad, it didn't happen overnight, but it did happen. His stomach
seemed to have a life of its own and you can only suck so much before the
gravitation pull and physics have a way of levelling life's excesses. He gave
it his best shot then flashed a smile. Scotty moved in and took one shot.
"Only
one?"
"Yup."
"Are
you sure?"
"Yup."
Doolan
deflated like painted reed frog who had to stay at home because of a sore
throat.
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