My husband is a bit of an ape. No, he’s not short, hairy or a funny noise maker (well he does sometimes make funny noises), I really mean that Chris is a mimic. Had he been more extroverted and showbiz inclined Chris would have made a good impersonator. He does excellent impressions of Prince Charles, James Mason, Harpo Marx and Stan Laurel (of “Laurel and Hardy” fame), and occasionally he pops into impression mode seemingly without thinking about it; hence I’m apt to say, “Oh, you just sounded like James Mason!” or, “You looked just like Stan Laurel!”
Now Chris does not impersonate Bard Pitt – or even Brad Pitt (thought I’d keep in the typo) – possibly because Brad Pitt is so convincing in many varied roles that there is no particular character that is the definitive Brad; or maybe Chris would find the character of Benjamin Button too challenging.
The other day we were parked and about to alight from the car when Chris had one of his Stan Laurel moments – perhaps he was scratching the top of his head and smiling sweetly – and, as usual, I felt impelled to comment (as wives tend to).
“Do you know who you looked like just then?” I asked.
Chris didn’t answer but paused and visibly braced himself, maybe for the Stan Laurel reference. He looked so crestfallen and Stan Laurel-like that I had a sudden change of heart.
“Brad Pitt!” I said.
His eyes widened and his eyebrows went up in surprise. Then he burst into laughter. He knows I admire Brad Pitt’s good looks, but also that he and the actor bear no similarity except for having fair hair and blue eyes, and even those features are quite different. When our laughter subsided he said something that confirmed what I already knew – that I had made the perfect choice of husband nearly twenty years ago:
“You know, Darling, I really don’t mind being likened to Stan Laurel. I’ve read that he was a very nice man.”