Hello Sharktopus acolytes,
Those of you whom I’ve met on my UK adventure and who have lived to tell the tale will be delighted to hear that the biopic of my life so far, SHARKTOPUS, is out this week on DVD. Regular fans will of course be aware that I have reservations about my portrayal as a deadeyed killer of hot booty ladies (see last weeks BLOG about my love of the arts) but regardless of my feelings, it’s still a vital piece of modern cinema that will, I’m sure, take it’s place in the canon of classic movies in due course.
As for myself, I’m currently enjoying some much needed time out after the hectic round of publicity, where I had the opportunity to discuss my work with some of the UK’s most esteemed film critics, many of whom proved delightfully light and melt in the mouth. My only regret is not having to chance to chew the fat with and then of Barry Norman, a man whose opinions I’ve always greatly respected and who I always thought would be particularly tasty served on a bed of rocket.
So, enjoy my new movie, take it home, watch it a few times to really absorb the underlying metaphors and meanings. I’m not just ripping flesh from bone, I’m making a statement about who I am.