I'm Ready For My Close-Up Mr. De Mille

Several weeks ago - maybe as long as a month or two - I found myself with an hour to spare and a serious hunger. So, I grabbed an issue from my ever-growing backlog of New Yorkers and zipped over to the local for a beer and a bite to eat.

Happily ensconced at my favorite hidden lunch eating table in the back, I noticed a group of strange (read: non-regulars) people milling about - rather unusual for a Saturday. Stranger still was the boom-mike hovering over this group, the camera guy dancing about its fringes, and the short woman shouting out various instructions. Magnum P.E.I. (a regular in the know) told they were filming 'some sort of thing for BBC America or something.' Or something indeed - I tuned them out and turned my attention back to my beer and porkchops and magazine.

Flash forward to this past weekend: I receive an email from a friend wondering exactly what the hell was I doing popping up on her TV on Saturday night? Er....news to me. When I stopped by the local on Tuesday night to meet some friends, Sonny the Den Mother/Bartender announced she'd spotted me on TV as well.

It's true people. I'm leaving this drudgery behind to become a big star.