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Days in Sydney, life in the suburbs: the show was pretty realistic,<br />
according to Tod. My show or their show? With such bright eyes, it couldn’t<br />
be mine. Even if the soaps of the 70’s were all colorized, “Number 96”, “The<br />
Box”, “Class of 74”, “The Rest<strong>le</strong>ss Years”, “The Sullivans”, everything<br />
would remain sort of greyish, tense and passionate, with our bodies in the<br />
shade, on the sideline. Today they talk and talk, more than they ever did,<br />
but the bodies are on the frontline. Just look at Paul’s earring, he’s not gay,<br />
he feels nothing but repulsion about gays, but wearing an earring is not a<br />
prob<strong>le</strong>m for him : it makes him have a body that can be used for a c<strong>le</strong>aning<br />
job, or mechanical repairs, or giving Dione a big smack on her fat wet lips.<br />
From their shape you can tell she loves sweets and chocolate ice-cream.<br />
I wish I were alive and I could go on my honeymoon with Debbie<br />
to a tropical Island in Queensland. I even wish I were the other guy who<br />
gave the tickets to his friends and brought them their passports they had<br />
forgotten at home, not thinking that Queensland was part of Australia, the<br />
other guy who hasn’t booked a room in the luxury resort, who has no cash<br />
for food, but he finds this funny, doll-like, curvy blonde with a pink bathing<br />
suit on the beach and God knows what’s going to happen. The body of this<br />
girl is reality, mind you, and all the rest is crap, especially when the going<br />
gets pretty rough for all of us who are not exposed on TV. Imagine that:<br />
being recognized not by one person but a real pack of viewers, hungry for<br />
autographs, when you’re doing your shopping in Hurstvil<strong>le</strong>. Paul, I envy<br />
you; some guys hate your guts, but, all in all, confess it, you’re popular.<br />
Nobody will see me and say: “Look, this is the guy who plays Jacques Voisin<br />
in ’Days in Sydney’”. The prob<strong>le</strong>m is I can’t fool anyone, I am not a born<br />
actor, hardly the shadow of a character. I wish I were Anglo, I wish I could<br />
fuck Dione and tell her to get out of my life before I walked out on her, and<br />
she would push me into the paper-thin wall and my head would bang a big<br />
ho<strong>le</strong> right through for all to see.<br />
Not one good line in all that, you say? Sorry, I haven’t studied<br />
script writing, or individual life management. Dione has a flair for a good<br />
storyline where there is one, she is not fascinated by theories about reality<br />
and fiction, she knows what entertainment is all about, I don’t. I’d better<br />
go to s<strong>le</strong>ep early on Tuesday nights.<br />
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