Extra, Extra…

So, as Jimmy says, Meryl can relax, I didn’t get the gig.

‘You were not successful this time’ says the email from Nuala the casting agent.

No surprise there, I thought.

I told her I’d like just background parts when available. You don’t have to audition, and the money is shite … but the craic can be good.

There’s a lot of hanging around when your an extra ( or background artist as they’re now called) but I usually meet people for the chats and always have my book with me to pass the time.

Anyway, you won’t be seeing me at the Oscars anytime soon, But if I get to sit in the bar in McCoys on Fair City again, (or Fairly Shitty, as Jimmy calls it) I’ll let yiz know.

Last time was 2005, don’t ask…

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