I wish I was Jason Statham
Wouldn’t it be fantastic to be Jason Statham? Now the reason I am saying this is because I don’t like to be a depressed author so I’d rather pretend to be someone else if that stops me sinking into one of those boozy morbid phases authors are known for. Now there are a good many reasons why an author might be depressed, even one as buoyant as me. I might list some of those reasons in detail one day. However, yesterday was one of those days when I had to do some therapeutic acting. Yep, I pretended I was Jason Statham pulverizing some no-good con artist into a pulp. (In my imagination obviously – Mr T wouldn’t be too happy about me kicking his butt and demolishing the kitchen) Rather like this: Now you may wonder what brought on this rather bizarre behaviour. Well, it was because yesterday I discovered