I hate watching myself on TV. I refuse to do it on the ship and if ever Heidi has my activities channel playing or the Morning Show reruns she will be greeted with a loud “turn the damn thing off “from me. However, yesterday, I was trapped. I had just finished a meeting when a senior Miami Carnival person decided to show some new Carnival arrivals some “John Heald action.”………….now for a minute I thought that he had somehow come across the time I was dating a dancer back in 1993 and had captured on video the time she made me dress up as a Roman Centurion. Luckily for everyone this was not the case and instead of watching some Rumpus Pumpus I had to watch an entire bedtime story that somehow made it onto You Tube.
I watched in horror as this fat ugly bastard waddled across the stage……….and I decided that the handsome and slightly overweight young man that exists in my mind is not actually the same person who I was watching claiming to be “John Heald.”
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