In 'The Journey Home' a new character is introduced as the love interest for Lewis. Things have gone sour with Lee, although he's not out of the picture by any means. But he's not there at Wimbledon, so there's no man in the box to make it Lewis's perfect day.
Thankfully the BBC are trying to help out, having received a bundle of offers from men, including some celebrities, and wanna be celebrities. My big dour Scotsman is one, although he doesn't actually know about it - at least not until this happens on national television following Lewis's win in the semi-final. Then the whole world will know about the big dour Scotsman...
“No... It won’t be perfect, and I’m probably running out of finals to make it so. But that’s life. I’m not complaining. Maybe some things were never meant to be.”
The autocue rolled, but it was a few seconds before Samantha continued. The hurt in Lewis’s eyes as he had raised them gave her cause to doubt if the next angle was such a good one. But continue she did. Lewis had been briefed after all and had given his consent. “Well, we’ve had quite a number of e-mails and letters here at the BBC. Over ten thousand have been sent in - mainly from men, but a few women as well, who would love to help you out and sit in the box and watch.”
“That’s nice. I don’t suppose Brad Pitt was one of them by any chance?” laughed Lewis as he engaged with the banter and tried to make light of it all - tried to show Lee that he had truly moved on.
“Afraid not,” replied Samantha, feeling more relaxed again. “But there are a few celebrities on the list that might be of interest.”
“Like who?” asked Lewis leaning back in his chair, more than a little curious to hear some of these names.
“Julian Starr, the comedian. And the singer, Shaun Duffy,” Samantha offered as an opening pair.
Lewis ignored the first who was a screeching queen with a serious weight problem. The second was much better if he was thinking of the right person. “What, the guy from the Irish boy band?” laughed the tennis player. He was relaxing and starting to enjoy this.
“Yes,” confirmed Samantha.
“Too pretty – and way too nice,” declared Lewis after a moment’s consideration. “Have you seen the size of Franklin Ambrose? He’s massive! If I’m enlisting support, it would be better to have someone mean and nasty in my box - then Franklin might think twice about bullying me with his serve.”
“What about Robbie Trindall?” was the next bright suggestion - Samantha delighted at how this was now going.
Lewis scrunched his brow, struggling on that one. “Never heard of him,” he apologetically admitted.
“He plays Bad Boy Barry in Victoria Square,” Samantha explained.
“Oh yeah, I think I know who you’re referring to – he can certainly act nasty, but sadly he’s too short. Fussy, aren’t I? Come on – I want to scare the bejesus out of Franklin - there must be an intimidating big hunk of brawn on that list somewhere.”
Samantha flicked through her notes and came up with the obvious answer – if Lewis wanted a scary big hunk in his box then by God she’d offer him one. “Gavin Strang... What about him?”
What about him!!!
Lewis jerked forward and gazed at her in astonishment. Carried away by the moment, forgetful of where he was, he blurted out his reply before taking the time to check it. “The big dour Scotsman from House Enemies... You’re kidding me!”
“No,” answered Samantha feeling slightly worried – she hadn’t expected that level of enthusiasm, and things were about to get worse – or infinitely better depending on your viewpoint.
“Well, that’s settled then,” Lewis continued, slapping his hand down on the table in front of him, getting totally lost in his performance and forgetting that there was more than one pair of eyes that would be watching. “He certainly fits the bill in a multitude of ways. I know that nobody else seemed to like him on the show, but I was totally gutted when he got voted out. No, that will do very nicely,” added Lewis with a grin. “If Gavin Strang seriously wants to come and watch me on Sunday, then he’s more than welcome. And that’s got nothing to do with frightening Franklin... Samantha, what’s up? You’ve gone all quiet again. I’m just having a laugh you know - like we said we would.”
Thankfully the BBC are trying to help out, having received a bundle of offers from men, including some celebrities, and wanna be celebrities. My big dour Scotsman is one, although he doesn't actually know about it - at least not until this happens on national television following Lewis's win in the semi-final. Then the whole world will know about the big dour Scotsman...
“No... It won’t be perfect, and I’m probably running out of finals to make it so. But that’s life. I’m not complaining. Maybe some things were never meant to be.”
The autocue rolled, but it was a few seconds before Samantha continued. The hurt in Lewis’s eyes as he had raised them gave her cause to doubt if the next angle was such a good one. But continue she did. Lewis had been briefed after all and had given his consent. “Well, we’ve had quite a number of e-mails and letters here at the BBC. Over ten thousand have been sent in - mainly from men, but a few women as well, who would love to help you out and sit in the box and watch.”
“That’s nice. I don’t suppose Brad Pitt was one of them by any chance?” laughed Lewis as he engaged with the banter and tried to make light of it all - tried to show Lee that he had truly moved on.
“Afraid not,” replied Samantha, feeling more relaxed again. “But there are a few celebrities on the list that might be of interest.”
“Like who?” asked Lewis leaning back in his chair, more than a little curious to hear some of these names.
“Julian Starr, the comedian. And the singer, Shaun Duffy,” Samantha offered as an opening pair.
Lewis ignored the first who was a screeching queen with a serious weight problem. The second was much better if he was thinking of the right person. “What, the guy from the Irish boy band?” laughed the tennis player. He was relaxing and starting to enjoy this.
“Yes,” confirmed Samantha.
“Too pretty – and way too nice,” declared Lewis after a moment’s consideration. “Have you seen the size of Franklin Ambrose? He’s massive! If I’m enlisting support, it would be better to have someone mean and nasty in my box - then Franklin might think twice about bullying me with his serve.”
“What about Robbie Trindall?” was the next bright suggestion - Samantha delighted at how this was now going.
Lewis scrunched his brow, struggling on that one. “Never heard of him,” he apologetically admitted.
“He plays Bad Boy Barry in Victoria Square,” Samantha explained.
“Oh yeah, I think I know who you’re referring to – he can certainly act nasty, but sadly he’s too short. Fussy, aren’t I? Come on – I want to scare the bejesus out of Franklin - there must be an intimidating big hunk of brawn on that list somewhere.”
Samantha flicked through her notes and came up with the obvious answer – if Lewis wanted a scary big hunk in his box then by God she’d offer him one. “Gavin Strang... What about him?”
What about him!!!
Lewis jerked forward and gazed at her in astonishment. Carried away by the moment, forgetful of where he was, he blurted out his reply before taking the time to check it. “The big dour Scotsman from House Enemies... You’re kidding me!”
“No,” answered Samantha feeling slightly worried – she hadn’t expected that level of enthusiasm, and things were about to get worse – or infinitely better depending on your viewpoint.
“Well, that’s settled then,” Lewis continued, slapping his hand down on the table in front of him, getting totally lost in his performance and forgetting that there was more than one pair of eyes that would be watching. “He certainly fits the bill in a multitude of ways. I know that nobody else seemed to like him on the show, but I was totally gutted when he got voted out. No, that will do very nicely,” added Lewis with a grin. “If Gavin Strang seriously wants to come and watch me on Sunday, then he’s more than welcome. And that’s got nothing to do with frightening Franklin... Samantha, what’s up? You’ve gone all quiet again. I’m just having a laugh you know - like we said we would.”