Martin Crieff (martincrieff) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-03-28 23:10:00 |
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Dear Goodfellas and friends of the departed passengers,
He didn't know how Douglas actually managed it, he thought as he tapped his pen against the paper in front of him. He always made it seem so fluid when he made his announcements, like he had using most of the films by Alfred Hitchcock. There was certainly no way that he didn't plan all of it out in advance, and now here he was trying to sort out how to fit 'New York stories', 'New York, New York' and 'Gangs of New York' into a single thought. Really, he was proud of where he came from, but it wasn't like he always went on about it or made films about it. But then he supposed that was because he didn't make films. Still he couldn't imagine anyone would be that interested in Wokingham anyway.As the aviator I feel it is my duty to inform you that New York, New York has some rather mean streets or at least that's what I've been made aware of in all the New York stories that I've heard
There. Now he wasn't doing too badly, he decided. He still had quite a few films to go, but he was certainly off to a good start.
So absorbed was he in his work, that he didn't notice another person enter the car, because if he had, he certainly wouldn't have spoken outloud.
"You'll show him this time, Martin!" He said, approvingly.