Another new character introduced early in 'The Journey Home' is Gavin Strang's agent, Jilly McPhee. She's a typical Scottish babe, who's right in your face, and I had huge amount of fun writing her parts. She's sassy, and in no way classy. Here's how Gavin sees her in one of those early encounters on the phone...
“Hi, Gavin! How’s it going, petal?” asked Jilly.
“It’s a bit of a nightmare to be honest. The press are everywhere,” he replied, gazing out the window to the London Eye, wondering if anyone from the paparazzi was up there with a camera – they were certainly out the front in force, cluttering up The Strand.
“I should hope so as well!” Jilly exclaimed; then remembering the ridiculous stance that Gavin was taking on this golden opportunity, she tempered her position. “Are his agents keeping them at bay? I could have handled things better, you know.”
Gavin seriously doubted that. Jilly McPhee was a dab hand at cultivating exposure, but playing things down was not really her forte. One look at her told you that: a platinum bombshell caught in mid-explosion, full in your face with her appearance and her manner. “They’re doing their job well enough,” he said to pacify the woman. “I’m getting shuffled around by a couple of bruisers and this young lassie.”
“Aye. I spoke to her last night. She sounds a right prissy so and so.”
“Hi, Gavin! How’s it going, petal?” asked Jilly.
“It’s a bit of a nightmare to be honest. The press are everywhere,” he replied, gazing out the window to the London Eye, wondering if anyone from the paparazzi was up there with a camera – they were certainly out the front in force, cluttering up The Strand.
“I should hope so as well!” Jilly exclaimed; then remembering the ridiculous stance that Gavin was taking on this golden opportunity, she tempered her position. “Are his agents keeping them at bay? I could have handled things better, you know.”
Gavin seriously doubted that. Jilly McPhee was a dab hand at cultivating exposure, but playing things down was not really her forte. One look at her told you that: a platinum bombshell caught in mid-explosion, full in your face with her appearance and her manner. “They’re doing their job well enough,” he said to pacify the woman. “I’m getting shuffled around by a couple of bruisers and this young lassie.”
“Aye. I spoke to her last night. She sounds a right prissy so and so.”