Well I’ll be an Orangutan’s Auntie! If ‘tisn’t oft- celebrated, celebrity sentence-rememberer Daniel Dave Lewis! Where might you be headed on this blessed day, Daniel Dave? Perhaps to your beautiful launderette to hand wash your lacy unmentionables? Or a waxing salon to soften the shadows on your chiseled visage? Or, perchance, to a vintage apparel shop to procure a silkened scarf for your aging neckline? What’s that, you say? The costume and costumed jewelry provide you with necessary cover from shutterbugs, overeager fans and the fatal attractions of Glenn Close—who won’t be ignored, Dan, not after that funny business on the lift whilst the cunning linguist’s missus was out of town! Ahh, Daniel, my brother—as Sir Elton once warbled—you are older than me—metaphorically, of course. Your eyes have cried—convincingly so—‘tis why you’re a star in the face of the sky; however, candidly, methinks you’ve overplayed your shape-shifting, actoring hand this time as there are surely others more suited to play whatever role you’re awe-dishing for, but that being well said, you always carry yourself with a confidence that belies a lame, left-footed thespian, so who bloody knows? Carry on then, Daniel Dave Lewis. We hope to catch your chameleon-like skills at a picture show soon! Perhaps Ford’s Theater, as we think of it.
