Has anyone seen this?!? Cor blimey is there no end to this man’s talents. In summary he partakes in an advert for 666 Bet. The forum’s favourite trainer and old boy, ‘Arry Redknapp, are in whispered discussions at the stable when suddenly this terrible old rogue interrupts them and asks ‘Arry to dress up as a jockey for P.R. purposes. Old boy ‘Arry looks horror struck and makes a hasty departure before the old rogue turns his sights on Mr Henderson and asks, ‘What about you, Nicky?’. Mr Henderson in response looks aghast before pulling his flat cap down and hastily scuttling off. The end. Incidentally, that is 100% the truth I swear I haven’t just made it up. My gosh though the BAFTA for ‘best acting in a television advertisement’ is going to be a close run thing this year. Mr Henderson, ‘Arry and dear, dear Barbara Windsor are all sure to have there supporters but personally I think Mr Henderson just edges it. In the longer term I can see Mr Henderson, after this dazzling performance, being a leading candidate to be the next James Bond. Before that perhaps he could be lured into a role on ‘Downton’ or maybe ‘Corrie’ as Liz McDonald’s latest love interest. If you haven’t seen the ad check it out now. The televisular highlight of ’15 without a doubt.
He could certainly be the new Roger Moore with his uncanny ability to raise the old eyebrow. However, rather than cheap soaps, surely his velvety voice is perfectly made for snooker commentary. "Splendid control of the cue ball by "Rocket Ronnie" there, holding perfectly for the black".
Agree Oddy, as Mr Henderson knows a thing or 2 about snooker. John Higgins and Stephen Lee are his favourite players
I'd have him more as a latter day Ronnie Corbett siting in a chair telling jokes taht take about 15 minutes to complete and don't so much go round the houses as the entire bloody estate. Either that or he could present one of the "God" programmes on a Sunday morning "well, yes, Jesus may well have turned water into wine and rose from the dead but I guarantee he would not have been able to saddle the first 3 home in a Triumph Hurdle"...
Oddy be interesting to see if directors would let mr henderson wear his famed trillby if he was to undertake any beach scene as the next james bond.
I wonder how ‘Arry managed to make a hasty departure. He exited stage left from soon-to-be-relegated QPR because he allegedly had dodgy knees. He cannot be rushing off to avoid the taxman because he won’t have been paid – it will have been his agent, Rover. Tricky Nicky will have been paid in free bets – a level stake bet on his runners for a year (performance related pay!).
I tell you what Nicky is a terrific actor you should see him doing his impersonation of a horse racing trainer!
I would have thought that Claire Balding would be ideal for the role of Miss Moneypenny. If recruiting from the gee-gee world surely the Bond filly would have to be the lovely, and I do mean lovely, Ems Spencer. The villian could only be Martin Pipe ably assisted by his head henchman, A.P. McCoy. RIght I’m off to write the screenplay...
The plot could be about the fictional breeding operation, "Coolshore", and their fiendish plot to dominate world thoroughbred racing by using alien horse sperm
Which is all stored, at the perfect temperature, in Daddy Martin’s magic fridge... Cor blimey we could have a blockbuster on our hands here, people. The links to a very complex plot are start to take shape.
You could do the opening sequence at a Tipperary maiden over 6 Furlongs. Bond is casually swilling a cold Guinness when a gorgeous lass whispers in his ear "I'm told the Coolshore filly in the opener won't be beat". Our hero casually slips €500 on the horse at odds of 20/1 and is seen leaving the course with a bulge in his pocket and in his trousers. Cue a deadly car chase through the Irish countryside with helicopter gunships before Bond's car turns into a catamaran with a Union Jack on the roof. As the title music fade's in, the camera closes in on Mr Henderson sipping his Vodka-Martini and remarking: "I say, what a lovely filly"
Sir Barn, it might be an idea to slip both Goldfinger and Pussy Galore into your script. Don't forget, movies are all about bums on seats.
