While Hugh was out doing things of a showbiz feather boa type nature Darrell decided to take himself off down Portobello Road to drink in and embrace his beloved London atmosphere ……
…… imagining what it would be like to live in a romantic mews and bumping into your showbiz neighbours like Mackenzie Crook, who Darrell had spotted going about his every day life undisturbed by adoring fans …..
….. though Darrell had been sorely tempted to ask for his autograph, Pirates of the Caribbean being one of his and Nigel’s most favourite pirate films.“The Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea” has such an enviable and salubrious ring to it” sighed Darrell “Something sadly that Castle Greysquirrel, Near Wolverhampton does not!”
graffiti street art outside our Tesco Express just doesn’t compare either …..
…… even going under bridges just isn’t the same as at home!
……. “Perhaps one day, a bijou Pied a Terre in Notting Hill will be within our dreams” Darrell sighed to himself “….if only I could just get discovered!”
And then, as if spookily on cue, Darrell noticed a fashion shoot going on outside a bar ….. “Oh Mon Dieu” he cried “This could be my big break”
….. and he proceeded to walk past the group, as many times as he could with his best nonchalant type model swagger hoping that the photographer would take his eye of the model, who Darrell didn’t rate that much, for just a second and suddenly drop everything, having spotted “the next big thing”!!!! What is he like?
Unfortunately, Darrell’s subtle star struck saunter went unnoticed, he did wonder if it was his Movember moustache hiding his ruggedly handsome features and peachy complexion that may have rendered him not as photogenic as usual ….. but anyway, it was their loss!