It was the night of the film premiere.
The traditional red carpet had been positioned, and the crowds were lining the pavements six deep.
All the television channels were represented. Cameras were everywhere.
A young reporter was rehearsing her lines.
‘At all costs, get an interview with a star.’ She mouthed the last words that her boss had shouted at her.
As if on cue, a man walked towards her. It had to be Leonardo.
She thrust the microphone forward. ‘Is it true that you are having an affair with your co-star?’
‘Sorry love! I only laid the carpet.’
Neville Hunt over 4 years ago
...and it liked its underfelt. Nice one; thanks. My kind of humour.