Agoraphobia

Agoraphobia I lifted my glass of red wine towards the lamplight as seeing the light through a dreamy, rosy haze; I saw a dirty glass full of fat finger marks I could not blame the barman since I was alone at home thinking I should have been an actor. I went on stage once an actor friend of mine, Tom Hardy was rehearsing a play, all those empty seat looking at me I was consumed with limelight fear. Tom loved his calling, he never made it big but loved his craft, I saw him play Lesley Howard in a movie made in Portugal and he was perfect for the role- This really is about agoraphobia which has blighted my life and I disappointed many by promising to appear at a public do and not showing up and feigning mix up of dates. I told Tom, swore he could cure me, by me taking none speaking role in a play. Well, Tom died. My wife’s gone to a party I’m looking after the cat and she don’t know how famous I could have been