Yesterday Tom and I flew to LA first class. No big deal for Tom perhaps,Â because heÂ made the very same trip only last week. But a hugeÂ deal for me although I don’t let on to anyone around me in the lounge or in the plane. Oh yeah, this is normal.Â
On our way out of the lounge at Heathrow,Â a scruffy bloke kisses his tall and glamorous wife goodbye as she is met by an escort to take her to a flight, no doubt somewhere glamorous and at the front of the plane. It takes me a moment to realise that she is
On our BA plane to LAX,Â Gwyneth is already on board at the very front seat of the cabin. Tom and I are languishing at the back of the 1st Class Cabin. Slumming it like on the back of the bus. On gets Eddie Redmayne who we
My son, Tom is not invited in to this conflab…Â yet. I am never invited in and fair enough. I don’t expect GwynethÂ watches The Wright Stuff.
During the flight, Tom Hooper introduces himself to Tom. He asks Tom if he isÂ an actor whichÂ is an inspired question and sets my mind racing.Â IÂ decide that heÂ must have seen Tom reading a scriptÂ on his way past to the loo? Tom is introduced to Eddie and getting off the plane to Gwyneth also.Â It turns out that it was Eddie who recognised Tom from various internet pieces on The ImpossibleÂ (and Eclipsed of course) and flagged it up to his illustrious director.
At immigration, my temporary visa applicaton is being scrutinized by a massive official wearing an extra large uniform that he still cannot squeeze in to.
And what business are you inÂ that brings you to LA, Mr Holland? You see, on the form I ticked ‘business’ rather than pleasure.
And I think about this questionÂ for a moment. What business I am in? What brings me toÂ LA? Fatherhood is the answer.
I am here with my son and bloody proud of him I am too.
Going to post all weekend – so check back if it’s your thing…