I’ve always preferred number two. If I rent a car, it’s Avis. My word processing software is WordPerfect. I emigrated from England to the new world – to Canada. I married the number two sister in the Redgrave family. And I was the number two in my family, having an older sister. Perhaps that’s how it got started.
My fantasy as a kid was that I would one day own a car that would look sleazy on the outside, the object of scorn, but under the hood would lurk the most powerful of engines, able to overtake all opposition.
And now I’m thinking about it, I was content to be the number two in my marriage to a famous wife. Perhaps that was my downfall. Eventually, you get to feel like number two.