P. 1
Players: Ch3

Players: Ch3

|Views: 1,456|Likes:
Published by Tony Wilson
Tickets Thompson, the bad boy star of TV3's 'Leather and Lace' football show, has been summoned down to the station after committing an assault during his street talking 'Tickets and Dickheads' segment. In this scene, he looks for a park.
Tickets Thompson, the bad boy star of TV3's 'Leather and Lace' football show, has been summoned down to the station after committing an assault during his street talking 'Tickets and Dickheads' segment. In this scene, he looks for a park.

More info:

Published by: Tony Wilson on Mar 12, 2013
Copyright:Attribution Non-commercial

Availability:

Read on Scribd mobile: iPhone, iPad and Android.
download as PDF, TXT or read online from Scribd
See more
See less

08/19/2013

pdf

text

original

Wilson 2nd pages ellipses

2/16/05

7:25 PM

Page 16

TICKETS knew the way that network stars were meant to enter network carparks, right down to the choice of sunglasses. The car was important too, obviously, although to some extent Tickets’ decision was made for him. The previous April, Alfa Romeo had been trying to launch something loud and yellow onto the Australian market, and had wanted a front man with what the advertising creative in charge had described as ‘an arrogant amount of chest hair’. In the board meeting Tickets Thompson’s pectoral thatch had come to mind almost immediately (any question mark over its objective ‘arrogance’ was well and truly made up for by the rest of Tickets) and today his was the face, and chest, of Alfa Romeo. But having got the car just about right, Tickets still had to execute his star entry, which is why he was poised in the middle of the road, right indicator on, waiting for the boom gate to stir. Stopping at security booths did not have star quality; for second assistant directors and caterers a security check might be OK, but if Mario wanted to see Tickets Thompson’s ID, he could refer to the cover of Personality magazine like everyone else. That was why Tickets was waiting in the middle of the road now, gently revving his engine to get Mario’s attention, preparing to carve an exhilarating

Wilson 2nd pages ellipses

2/16/05

7:25 PM

Page 17

PLAYERS

line under the boom—with just enough of an off-hand wave to give Mario hope that he would one day deliver on his promise to sign the security man’s copy of his tell-all autobiography—before arcing purposefully into parking space 005. If he got it absolutely perfect, with the crunch of the handbrake providing a satisfying full stop, it could lift his mood for the whole day. But if the timing was even a little out, he’d immediately notice all the troubling things in his world. Like how that bearded maggot Adrian Goh could have parking space 004 when all he did was host an unbearable gardening show on Sunday nights. Today things were not going perfectly. Tickets had been waiting in the middle of the road for what seemed like minutes. Mario had definitely seen him, waved even, but he was on the phone and the boom gate was not moving. Tickets felt his frustration growing. If it wasn’t bad enough that he’d spent the previous afternoon sitting around in St Kilda police station, now he was being delayed again. He gave his horn a toot and immediately experienced post-toot remorse. Real stars don’t toot. Still the boom gate stayed down. In the security booth, Mario hung the phone up and waddled out into bright sunlight. With one hand shielding his eyes, he started gesturing to Tickets to roll forward, his left arm pulling at the air like a lazy full forward asking for it to be booted long. If he just wants me to sign that book I’m going to punch his lights out, Tickets thought. He shifted into gear and rolled up to where Mario was standing. ‘Mr Thompson,’ Mario began. ‘Mr Chubb,’ Tickets replied through the window. Chubb was the company name of Mario’s employer, and was embroidered on each shoulder of his beige uniform. You could also find chub on Mario in the more general single ‘b’ sense of the word—what might have been termed puppy fat, except
17

Wilson 2nd pages ellipses

2/16/05

7:25 PM

Page 18

TONY WILSON

that the puppy was now forty-eight years old. ‘Mister Thompson. I’ve got a message from Sir Barry Haynes’ secretary.’ Tickets’ jaw tightened. ‘Haynes?’ ‘Yeah, he wants you to go see him. Said it was real urgent.’ ‘Has it got to do with that pissed geriatric who tried to kill me yesterday?’ Mario shrugged. ‘Beats me.’ He walked back into his cabin and activated the boom gate. ‘You can go through now. You’ll get picked up at parking space 001 in five minutes.’ Tickets took a long swig of his blue sports drink and eased his right foot onto the accelerator. He was no longer concerned about his star entry. Nor did he expend the usual negative energy on Adrian Goh and the parking space that was, according to the unwritten ordinances of network culture, one better than his. He was off to see the Wizard. The wonderful and spectacular media wizard of Oz. Network owner Sir Barry Haynes. Parking spot 001. As everyone at TV5 knew, parking space 001 was not a standard square of asphalt. It was set away from the rest, across a lush stretch of grass. That gap ensured that Sir Barry Haynes’ parking space stood out and prevented, heaven forbid, someone else from unwittingly parking in it. Although that was never very likely. The only other chopper at the network belonged to News and Current Affairs, and they had their own helicopter pad.

18

You're Reading a Free Preview

Download
scribd
/*********** DO NOT ALTER ANYTHING BELOW THIS LINE ! ************/ var s_code=s.t();if(s_code)document.write(s_code)//-->