Harry Truman once said, “If you want a friend in Washington, get a dog.” He was referring to the lack of trust in the political capital of the western world. But what if you want a friend in Hollywood?
Isn’t that a personal trainer?
No, Carrie Fisher has shown that if you want a true friend in the showbusiness capital of the western world, you need Gary Fisher.
Who?
Meet the new Mr Fisher, the inseparable companion to Carrie.
Carrie Fisher? You mean Princess Leia? I always thought she’d end up with Han Solo. Or Chewbacca for her “wild” days.
Close. Gary Fisher is Carrie’s french bulldog, last seen accompanying her to the White House Correspondents’ Dinner this week.
OK, so lots of celebrities have a pet. What’s so special about Mr Fisher?
First off, Gary has a strange affliction of the tongue: it permanently hangs out of his mouth. This makes him look simultaneously bored, crazy and enraptured.
The perfect expression for any celebrity client.
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Exactly. Second, Gary accompanies Carrie in all her work. He stars alongside her in the British sitcom Catastrophe. He sits in his own chair next to her in TV interviews for the latest Star Wars. He knows the business, inside and out. He has 12,000 followers on Instagram.
But isn’t this just the kind of competition you don’t need?
No, because Gary sees showbusiness for what it is. On the White House red carpet, he saw there was a bank of paparazzi waiting for him to pose with the actor Tom Hiddleston. And it just made him want to dig his heels in and take a nap.
I like Gary.
Stand next to him and your jowls suddenly seem fabulously firm.