Dan Mackey

Dan Mackey was born. And he lives. That’s all you need to know. According to Dan. As he puts it,  whatever the year it was that his mum shat him out, he came out the womb prepared to do anything for his clients. Before he even had any clients. That’s how committed he is to them. And was.

School and holidays and Christmases and birthdays and having to live with his parents and his disabled sister was just time he wasted until he was old enough to get out there and sign the talent.

He started in the postroom at CMA – just like they do at the American agencies. In truth they didn’t actually have a postroom at CMA for him to start in, they were perfectly happy for him just to be an assistant and leave the post to the girl on reception but he made them start one and put him in it  so he could  fight his way up the fricking ladder from the very bottom. Like they do in America..

Dan can’t wait to get to be an agent in  America. That’s the dream. As far as he’s concerned America’s the Premiership and it’s like at the moment he’s playing in Ryman League South. Or at best the Vauxhall Conference. Not that he even likes football.

He’s got no time for women. Girlfriends are for pussies. He’d be quite interested in having a kid with Emma though. Because she’s an agent and so is he, so it would be like  a dog-breeder or a horse-breeder putting two dogs or horses together and making them shag and getting a super-horse or  super-dog. Though in this case it’d be a little super-agent that Emma would drop. Hopefully looking like her. Especially in those jeans she wore to the Xmas party.