As a means of killing time during the long periods spent waiting around whilst on jury service, I have started to read "Kink" by Dave Davies of The Kinks. It's no secret that Ray and Dave no longer see eye to eye (I doubt they ever did!), but, both come across as though they enjoyed very little of their time in the spotlight. Another thing that never ceases to amaze me is how Pop celebrity seems to mix the utterly mundane with the outrageous. Tales of drunken excess from the legendary Hyatt hotel in LA are spliced with orders for plastic bottles of Woodpecker cider and ham sandwiches. Drug fuelled, sexual hi-jinks and cross dressing share equal billing with games of snooker and watching Arsenal. It only seems to confirm what I have always suspected about fame: it is, for the most part, rather boring. When asked what it's like having been in the Rolling Stones for 25 years, Charlie Watts replied "5 years of playing and 20 years sat, waiting around in airports"
Fame: you wouldn't wish it on your worst enemy....
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