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The fact you mentioned it alongside 'had the luanch of the Julian Clary book at the Bloomsbury tonight' would make me think that, perhaps, in part, you wished to be one of them...? Kind of like how people feel about the ring in Lord of the Rings....? I have noticed that lots of your posts name drop.
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Hornby is your hero? But he writes sub chick-lit pap that is only given any credence at all because he is a bloke. If his name was Kitty Rollo or something like that everyone (especially certain blokes) wouldn't even notice it exists.
Not meaning to be personally offensive, Ralph, as/but I know from my own experience that everytime I slag off that kind of thing - which I often do, and loads of my writing satarises that kind of event - there is a teeny tiny part of me that quite fancies being a media whore myself.
Only a small part mind........
I've warmed to Clary a bit when I've seen something more of the real man on tv from time to time. He fell victim to This Is Your Life a while back and I was quite impressed.
No, no, no Ferg! You don't want to be a media whore - you have far more capacity to be truly happy - those people are deeply disturbed! Don't you dare go anywhere near any botox, you hear?
Well, yes - to be humane you have to pity them I suppose.
Oh, and I forgot to mention that, like many others, I find Clary to be almost god-like in his beauty. I could get into quite a rapture looking at him...he's so tall which adds to the effect too, so statuesque...
...come on then - shoot me down you lot...
Ralph has ALWAYS been a name dropper and used to be terribly ribbed for it, which he absolutely adored... Ralph, life wouldnt be the same without you leaping onto the forums and spraying us with a celebrity shower every now and then, you know that. Have you got a fergal sharkey story for hayley?
haha.... I liked the David Baddiel argument about money on here last week.
Oh yes a feargal sharkey story would be great.
I was thinking of his terrible hair and sub-Sade-come-Mick-Hucknall-eighties-hit A Good Heart just this morning and shuddering while cleaning my teeth, and remembering how he once sang one of my favourite songs.
He's a music tsar now isn't he?
You can fancy Julian Clary all you like Em, but I don't think I'll fight you for him.
Remember those heads you used to get in the 70's/80's, called Girls World? You could do their hair and make up and so on. My sister had one, and I hated it. One day, I pushed the nose hard with my index finger, and as it receded and the chin and cheekbones came out, it transformed into feargal sharkey. If you ever come across one of those, try it.
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