It's official. St. John's worst kept secret is out. Alan Doyle's long flirtation with hollywood has finally born fruit and he will be starring in a remake of Robin Hood. The next time many of you might see him will be prancing around on a pony ready to skewer the nobility with his crossbow. He will rob from the rich and give to the poor and then retreat into the forest to make merry with his fellow men.....and he will go down in legend.
We mere bus dwellers, of course, support Doyle in his current endeavour. How could you blame the guy for wanting to run around in tights stabbing other dudes. It's the opportunity of a lifetime. But at the risk of sounding selfish or small (and i am....and i am), what about the rest of us? What the *** are we supposed to do for the next 6 months? Yoga?......Sudoku? I think not.
We are road dogs. We were born to roam. Leaving us in the backyard for half a year could prove dangerous....and very dirty. Among the rank and file, there is much confusion and concern. Will we all be OK? When we do eventually reconvene in Washington on august 21st, will we still feel the momentum afforded by Fortune's Favour?
Will you still be with us?
Far too much for this beagle brain to handle. I need to find me a job for the summer. Anyone looking for a best friend?
Will work for bones and belly rubs.
Tosh