For a wee upcoming TV part, I’ve managed to cultivate a wee goatee. Now I keep being told that I look like the late country and western singer, Kenny Rogers.
Yeah, if Kenny Rogers had put on weight and much less hair. Actually, Kenny R rarely had a goatee, just a well-trimmed beard.
The TV director said I will need facial hair because he could see me as a big, nasty Count. At least, I think that’s what he said.
Now people say I look like Reverend Kenny I Macleod, a popular retired preacher in the parish of Plasterfield. Er, he is popular in other places, too. I just mean he lives here, in leafy Plasterfield-on-the-Hill. Ministers, of course, don’t retire but are constantly taking on duties when they should be putting their feet up. Politicians too, more’s the pity.
While over on the west side of Lewis the other day, I was told by a guy: “I will tell Kenny I that…
