Opinion Piece

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Though it is accepted wisdom
To equate success to fame
I’m really not that sorry
That nobody knows my name

Yes, I’m glad that I’m not famous
I’m happily unknown
Anonymity quite suits me
I’m sure I’m not alone

Of course, I would admit that
Fame might well have the odd perk
Being wealthy would be nice
I could probably give up work

But celebrities are different
To the likes of you and I
And I couldn’t do what they do
However hard I try

I don’t have the right conviction
Perhaps I’m out of sync
But I wouldn’t be much good
At telling others what to think

No fame is really not about
The composition or the art
It’s about which celebrity can prove
That they have the biggest heart

And there is no room for nuance
No time for quality debate
Celebs just need to tell us plebs
What to love and who to hate

 

The Pre-Audition

Chantelle knew she had what it took to be a pop star. It was, as she explained to the young producer, indeed as she’d explained to anyone who would listen to her, a lifelong dream. Whether at nineteen years of age it was yet possible for Chantelle to have a ‘lifelong dream’ was perhaps a matter for debate, particularly given that until the age of fourteen, Chantelle had actually wanted to be a vet. When she discovered the grades she would need to achieve she conceded that ambition had always been a little fanciful. Continue reading The Pre-Audition