This shot was meant to be a simple shot of some gorgeous make-up brushes from the totally fabulous ‘bnevertoobusytobebeautiful’ and a story of what a slob I am having not even got as far as a bit of mascara for the last two days – my little sis will think me and DM are getting divorced at this rate…..
BUT as so often happens to me, a ten-minute quick hop into the studio ends an hour and a half later with this. So, my story has been bounced (anyway it wasn’t that great) in favour of something else.
Before I start that, I must confess to a sneaky liking of David Essex’s Gonna make you a star – he was one of my earliest heartthrobs and that song was my introduction to him. I went to see him in about 1976 I think at Hammy Odeon – I can’t remember if he was supporting Boney M or vice versa – my sis will know but for now I don’t!
He seemed slightly dangerous and then, going on to make two of my favourite films ever (NO, not ‘silver dream racer’, that was pants – ‘That’ll be the day’ and ‘Stardust’)….and I know I’m being a bit random with my capitalisation tonight – it’s a sad fact that it’s 8pm, I’m just starting this and I have made no progress whatsoever on any of my chores so we’ll be eating at about 10pm again I expect.
So, what’s the story then? It’s about that sad culture of ‘I want to be famous’ that is so prevalent in our youth. I vaguely heard something along these lines this morning and it's a theme I've covered before. Perhaps whatever I heard this morning has stimulated this or perhaps it's been coming for a while. Who knows. How did that 'I wanna be famous' thing happen? Fame, pure and simple seems to be ‘all’ our young people want these days. Why is that? Well, I suppose it’s because of the glamour of sex and drugs and all of that malarkey but really, don’t our youngsters have any more imagination than that?
Surely there’s more satisfaction in becoming a famous footballer – because that’s a talent/skill/profession – yeah, I know, in the loosest of senses. Or how about a famous musician? (Also a talent/skill/profession in the loosest of senses.) But to me it seems as though there is no desire to be good at anything, just to have fame landed on a plate without having to make an effort or demonstrate talent. It’s all a bit depressing really don’t you think?
I’m going to sound like the hideous old crone that I am now but I too wanted to be famous – but I wanted to be a rock goddess – you know, yards of purple crushed velvet, snakeskin stiletto heeled boots, mile-high black hair and the voice of an angel, belting out heart-wrenching or raunchy numbers in front of my adoring fans. I know it’s not much up the ladder from ‘I wanna be famous’ but at least I understood that I’d need to have the voice of an angel to achieve my dream.
The fact that when I was in the queue for the voice of an angel I managed to pop out to the loo at the moment they were being handed out isn’t relevant at this juncture, except to help you to realise how my dreams were crushed by having absolutely no talent in that department whatsoever.
Still, look on the bright side – at least I didn’t have to put up with a lifetime of never being able to pop to the shops for some knickers without being chased down the street – this actually happened to a friend of mine after his first Top of the Pops performance and the poor chap was in Littlewoods (not very street cred to anyone from outside the UK) buying y-fronts. I’ve always been able to get on a bus without harassment and sleep with anyone I choose and be sure it’s not on the front page of the Sun the following morning…..and NO that doesn’t mean I’ve been promiscuous, simply that I’ve had a choice in my own destiny. Life could be worse!
Last year I took a shot that I think is rather beautiful, yet it was virtually ignored - ah well, can't win 'em all!