The Giant Pink Guy

Some time ago I was a fortunate participant in one very, very, special day.

It was the day that Giant Pink Guy came into my life. Travelling between Perth and Fiji we stopped in Brisbane. I say we as I was accompanied by a gorgeous girl who was almost as excited as I was at the sight that stood before us.

For there in the queue in the middle of the huge floor of the Brisbane Airport was the biggest pinkest man I have ever seen. What I need you to know is that he was just so pink....Think highlighter pink....and think huge. He was 6"5" if he was an inch. He wore a singlet and he was pink. Not just any pink, but the pink that screams very, very, burnt English tourist. Or big man with soon to be spectacularly fatal heart disease.

Giant Pink Guy had such presence. I was and truly still am... mesmerised. This wonderful specimen of man truly deserved better than to find himself travelling Virgin Airlines. This adonis should have been tied to the deck of a ship and sailed into a harbour, King Kong style.

Now as every day goes on I have more and more questions. Why was he so very very pink? How many people at the airport having heard me gasp, stare and point subsequently looked and were as excited as me? Did Giant Pink Guy recover from his suntan? Is he still alive? Does he work as a super hero? How drunk was he when he looked in the mirror and decided to wear a singlet to the airport? Does he know how mirrors work? Where is he today and will he consider being my penpal...? My side kick, Barney to my Fred, Big Pink Robin to my Smug Caped Crusader? Who is this man?

There is just too much to say, too much going through my mind. I find the whole event so very compelling (Fiji was ok too). For me this was part religious awakening part destiny, he was just that pink. I know not whether he should be hunted or worshipped. Now all that is left is my need to find the right studio to bring this compelling adventure to the big screen.