Playing the role

I spent a day in Gympie last week for work. After an enjoyable day I was asked if I’d mind helping out a photographer by modelling in photograph. In the past my hands have played the role of a sex-predator typing on a keyboard, I’ve held my head in those same hands as I hunched forwards playing a man with IBS and I’ve pretended to be an employer scrutinising the Facebook account of a potential employee.

This time, however, I was to be a sensitive man tearing up in a movie theatre. I didn’t realise it would appear on the front page of the Gympie Times.

Nothing more manly than good cry

For the record, I can’t remember the last film that made me cry.