Breakfast at Wetherspoon's

My daughter, Barbara Blunt, has always been the artistic one in the family. Her early foray into the t-shirt business as a teenager (and who would NOT want a 'Bill Blunt Speaks My Language' logo on their chest?) was something of a springboard for her later career.

Since reading my posting about the delights of the Wetherspoon chain of hostelries, she has been hard at work on a screenplay for what she calls a 'modern day parody'.

Her main character is only loosely based on that of Holly Golightly, the New York socialite made famous by that darling of the silver screen, Audrey Hepburn.

Holly (at least Barbara's version of her) is the kind of woman you'll find in the corner of any Wetherspoon's at eleven o'clock in the morning, nursing a Gin and Tonic and wiping away the smudges of fag ash from the 'little black number' she threw on before she went out last night.

Her make-up may look a little awry, her hair dishevelled, but somehow she manages to attract a certain kind of gentleman with her invitations to "Come and buy me a drink, lover-boy," always drawled in that raspy, half-asleep voice fuelled by Marlboro Lights.

George Peppared-Steak-on-Rye will play the louche writer, Paul Varjak-Budweiser, always a sucker for Holly's come-on lines.

I'm not an expert on the movie scene these days, but I do rather think she's onto something with this one.
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ADDENDUM:

Barbara has complained that the above picture did not do justice to her fine artwork. Some of the detail may have been lost, so here are a couple of close-ups, just in case anyone comes across Holly and, in the darkness of the bar, imagines she is, for a moment, Audrey Hepburn. The warning signs are clearly there - if only the need for a good going over with the old Prolectrix...