A couple of things today have made me think about anonymity vs celebrity.
I heard on the radio that some ridiculous number of people have now watched the lady singer from Britain’s Got Talent on YouTube. She is a good singer from whatever I know, and I’m no expert on it. But why is it that this is such a phenomenon? I just don’t get it – apparently it is more the USA that is hitting the performance than the UK, again I don’t know why. Will her success last? Who knows has she the stamina and acting talents to lead a West End production 7 or 8 times a week? Has she the market appeal for album and concert sales year on year? We’ll see.
One thing though she has lost her anonymity. Two weeks ago she could have shuffled around my local Tesco’s and no one would have given her a glance. Now she is a celebrity, probably more justified than many celebrities to be sure.
To be perfectly honest whilst I might harbour dreams of being recognised as the genius I truly am would I really like all that goes with that? I like being Mr Nobody – I can trundle around the supermarket sniffing my fruit and veg and nobody will write about it in the tabloid press. I don’t have to appear on talk shows where the interviewer is more worried about getting as many one liners in as they can to show how witty they are and make sure you and audience don’t forget that they are the star of this show and you the guest. Even better my family can carry on regardless of me, the way it should be, my son or daughter can do what teenagers do without having to deal with it being linked to some bad celebrity parenting display etc.
My life may well appear very humdrum from the outside, like many of us, I get up, go to work, try to make sense of a (at times) manic world, come home, help the family get on as much as I can, try to enjoy myself at times by doing things I’m luckily able to afford and be fit to do etc. But actually that isn’t so humdrum really is it, that’s pretty impressive. Many people in the world would give up significant body parts to have what I have just because of the virtue of the country I was fortunate enough to have been born in. I see it less now but in Kent where I live my commute home used to regular take in the sight of a bunch of newly arrived “economic migrants” braving the M2 hard shoulder as the direct route to London… normally the Police presence they attracted drew my attention.
So to all my boring humdrum friends out there – rejoice in your lives, if you took yourself out of yourself and your situation for a moment and put yourself in someone else’s shoes you’d realise how bloody brilliant every day is. And even better I’ll not be on the front page of every tabloid tomorrow if I slip arse over elbow on my way out of here later.