Don Goode in Schull

Don Goode my great publicist was very busy down in Schull promoting my film until he found the bar and never came back out until Monday morning. It was at about noon on Thursday when he made his way into Hackett’s.

I happened to bump into him there on Saturday night where he pitched a new idea for a film. A sequel to My Ball no less.

“Hmm” I though. “I really hadn’t planned on revisiting that story, it’s finished.” I said to him.
“Ah but I’ve got a new angle to approach it with.” He started off. “Have you seen Paddy O’Shea’s The Sign?” he asked. “Had I seen it, I worked on it”

“Good you know what it’s about, how about My Ball meets The Sign. They are all at this crossover business, take Alien and Predator for example.”

“Yeah, but My Ball and The Sign are two completely different films, that will never work.” I told him.” I went and bought Don a pint and managed sneak away from him.

Later on Sunday night I got a call from Don. “Great news Kev, Paddy O’Shea has picked up an award.” “I know I’m standing right next him.” I replied. “Brilliant. I can see it now, two award winning filmmakers coming together to make greatest film ever made.” “Go to bed Don.”

Before I hung up I heard. “Can I speak to Paddy, can I have his number? I want to represent him.”

The Don payed me a visit

So I was sitting at my desk in my super flashy office when my good publicist Don Goode called round to say hello, he’s nice that way.

I was working on my super duper new script but didn’t mind the break. I always make time for Don.

He asked me had I any news? “As it happens I do, I won a national basketball competition on Sunday.” I said
“All on your own” he asked.
“Ah no, there were a few others playing too.”

Don then reached into his pocket and took out his notebook.

“This could be great news. Award winning filmmakers also a national champion sports star.” He said as he wrote into his pad. “You score much?”

“Only a couple of three pointers here and there, oh and the match winning point in the final with only seconds to go” I replied.

“This is brilliant, I mean who would think you would make a good basketball player.”
“What do mean by that?” I asked.
“I mean like the size of ya.”
“What?”
“You are not all that tall.”
“You don’t need to be that tall, though I’m no 6’10 centre.”
“No, never mind anyway, what was the competition?”
“Macra na Feirme National Final.”
“What?”
“Macra, you know that rural youth organisation.”
“Oh, yeah. Hmm, maybe it would be best if we don’t publicise this.”
“Why not?”
“Well, you know it might not be best for your reputation.”
“So we forget it ever happened?”
“I think it would be for the best”

The wise words of Don Goode, doing good!