Our eyes have never cometh across this man until now. That’s a lie. It was actually this morning on the Tube, when our face was lodged in a threeway of Feel the Fear and Do It Anyway (the owner of which should really have felt the fear in 1972 and gone the gastric band route), a poly-nylon sweater of as yet unofficially recognised colour, and a fella-me-lad we’re assuming of northern extraction in top-to-toe off-white (including the hair. And trainers from JJB) who kept giving us evils because when they don’t understand, they get angry.
Anyways, our diversion for the hellish 15 minutes was the Metro (never underestimate the power of a captive audience), inside of which was an article-ette about this man. He’s called Rudy Reyes. He’s really called Rudy Reyes. Rudy. Reyes. Rudy Reyes. And you know what popped into our heads? Yes, just that.
So, split-screen ’cause we’ve not got all day, Rudy Reyes was once a Marine or something, was strong and grrrrr for a living, some bloke wanted to make a show about Marines, he asked Rudy to give him, like, tips, guy-making-show-about-Marines goes, ‘Hold on just one cotton-picking minute, this guy looks like a porn star and people may frig off to him, let’s put him in my show!’ And low and be-hold-our-cocks, a star is born. Rudy Reyes. Who, just to confuse matters, plays himself in the show. Art reflecting life reflecting art reflecting life reflecting art reflecting lots of pictures of Rudy Reyes with his top off, after the break.
Oh, but before we do, best just say this show that Rudy’s in is called Generation Kill, and starts on FX on Sunday at 10pm. FX? Is that on Freeview?
Rudy, would you Adam and Adam it, even has his own interdolly site. It’s kinda wanky, in all the ways you can think of. Go see.