Some funny exchanges from my trip home (it's all fodder for fiction):
'Ho! They let you out?!'
Me: 'Did you get a free bowl of soup with that shirt?'
'You're STILL dangerous.'
Me: 'How's the better half?' I motion like I'm pushing something towards my crotch a few times. 'Strongest neck in showbiz, from what I hear.'
Speaking of showbiz, I have my first EXTRA work on a film set next Wednesday.
So the guy at Ottawa airport security says to me as he's cotton swabbing my carry on bag, 'Eef we find trace explosive elements, Monsieur, you start to ave a very bad day.'
Funny line.
I haven't mentioned that my last job went tits up. 'You might say I have a collection of name tags.'