For reasons I really don’t need to get into, I’m currently working on a 60-minute biopic of singer Chris de Burgh.
I don’t know about you, but I kind of thought I knew everything there was to know about him; the early years, The Lady In Red, the affair with the nanny, the angry letter to the Irish Times, and all that, but I’m finding that the more I read about him, the more of an enigma the man turns out to be.
Take, for example, the opening line of the Wikipedia page for Chris:
“Chris de Burgh (born Christopher John Davison on 15 October 1948) is an Argentinian-born Irish singer-songwriter…”
I’m starting to think I may need more than 60 minutes. I tell you, the man’s a mystery… wrapped in a thriller.
Curled up inside a romance.