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I am more and more impressed with the Faceman, who, frankly, in my previous all too scanty knowledge of him (thank you interweb!), seemed rather like a genial has-been nutter. He's obviously used to being a raconteur and doesn't namedrop nearly as much as Leo, except when it's necessary to the story.
He's pretty sharp, too, in an entertaining cocktail-party banter kind of way. See the following, from memory (also huggable for Cleo's clumsy compliment at the start).
Dirk: I have another son, he's 38.
Cleo: Clever of you to father a son before you were born.
Dirk: I was precocious.
Cleo: (Laughs)
Dirk: An older woman took advantage of me ...
(continues on the theme in amusing fashion but I can't remember the rest)
GO DIRK!
I feel I really ought to put a tenner on the fella, for old times' sake, and for the love of urbanity. Also for coping gracefully with Donny's threatening demeanour and sarcastic compliments earlier in the evening. |
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