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mandragoraBut less so for me that usual this year. After all, I was working both Christmas Day and Boxing Day, and am working today. Shrug. Not much difference.
Except that this morning drove down from the parents in Yorkshire. Passed a bloke driving a red open-topped (old) MG (well, it is 13 C at present, most unseasonable), complete with matching red Father Christmas ending with a bauble hat. Made me giggle and alleviated the tedium of shooting down the M1 at a steady 98 mph ::g::
So, yesterday, in between working, the family went to the panto. Eldest nephew, who was rushed to hospital as he was seriously (potentially fatally) ill just before Christmas managed to make it, which was wonderful. He is doing so much better, with visible improvement day by day.
The pantomime this year was Dick Whittington. Best thing in it was The Dame - the bloke who played her was an experienced dame, and it showed. There was the obligatory children's TV presenter as comic relief, and Dick was played by an actress off 'London's Burning'. I didn't know her, though, as I haven't watched the series in years.
Time was, I actually knew many of the original cast. One of the firemen was played by an actor who was the boyfriend of the sister of one of my flatmates. So, whenever we had a party, most of the cast of 'London's Burning' would turn up. The boyfriend was at the time being marketed as a heart-throb, complete with topless double-page spread in 'The Sun' newspaper. Which certainly made me giggle.
Thing is, I didn't fancy him myself and didn't think much of his character. I was underwhelmed when he made a pass at me at one of our parties. I was upstairs, just having come out of my bedroom onto the landing, and his girlfriend was downstairs. Pretty shabby behaviour, I thought.
I was just turning him down tactfully (meaning I didn't tell him what a rat-bag scumbag I thought he was) when one of my male flatmates decided to come over all protective, having come up the stairs and seen what was happening. Sigh. The scene ended with me having to step between them and physically hold them apart, hoping someone would come up and they could be safely separated. All this while also hoping that the girlfriend wouldn't come along and learn in the worst way what a slimy git of a boyfriend she had.
So, yeah, met lots of actors. Figured that even though they were regularly being featured in the tabloid press they were no different, no more inherently glam or charismatic, than anyone else.
Ditto musicians. Had a flatmate who worked for a major record label and we regularly had popstars, rockstars and rising stars slumping onto the ratty old sofa in our shared lounge. Trust me, a hung-over popstar at 8am on a Sunday morning doesn't look any better than your average office worker in a similar state.
I'm wondering whether this exposure is part of why I'm so resolutely un-starstruck, why boyband slash, or any other popstar slash come to that, has pretty much zero appeal to me. Ditto actor RPS. Not interested.
It is certainly true that some actors and rock and popstars have charisma. It is also true that some doctors, lawyers, firefighters, plumbers, journalists, accountants (yes, really) etc also have charisma. Maybe not so many of them as actors and musicians but they do exist.
I so do not get the worshipping someone because they're famous thing. Now, if they're talented that's a whole different ball-game, of course. Then, I admire their talent but am not blinded by it into thinking that they are inherently great people because of it.
Okay, back to work...
Except that this morning drove down from the parents in Yorkshire. Passed a bloke driving a red open-topped (old) MG (well, it is 13 C at present, most unseasonable), complete with matching red Father Christmas ending with a bauble hat. Made me giggle and alleviated the tedium of shooting down the M1 at a steady 98 mph ::g::
So, yesterday, in between working, the family went to the panto. Eldest nephew, who was rushed to hospital as he was seriously (potentially fatally) ill just before Christmas managed to make it, which was wonderful. He is doing so much better, with visible improvement day by day.
The pantomime this year was Dick Whittington. Best thing in it was The Dame - the bloke who played her was an experienced dame, and it showed. There was the obligatory children's TV presenter as comic relief, and Dick was played by an actress off 'London's Burning'. I didn't know her, though, as I haven't watched the series in years.
Time was, I actually knew many of the original cast. One of the firemen was played by an actor who was the boyfriend of the sister of one of my flatmates. So, whenever we had a party, most of the cast of 'London's Burning' would turn up. The boyfriend was at the time being marketed as a heart-throb, complete with topless double-page spread in 'The Sun' newspaper. Which certainly made me giggle.
Thing is, I didn't fancy him myself and didn't think much of his character. I was underwhelmed when he made a pass at me at one of our parties. I was upstairs, just having come out of my bedroom onto the landing, and his girlfriend was downstairs. Pretty shabby behaviour, I thought.
I was just turning him down tactfully (meaning I didn't tell him what a rat-bag scumbag I thought he was) when one of my male flatmates decided to come over all protective, having come up the stairs and seen what was happening. Sigh. The scene ended with me having to step between them and physically hold them apart, hoping someone would come up and they could be safely separated. All this while also hoping that the girlfriend wouldn't come along and learn in the worst way what a slimy git of a boyfriend she had.
So, yeah, met lots of actors. Figured that even though they were regularly being featured in the tabloid press they were no different, no more inherently glam or charismatic, than anyone else.
Ditto musicians. Had a flatmate who worked for a major record label and we regularly had popstars, rockstars and rising stars slumping onto the ratty old sofa in our shared lounge. Trust me, a hung-over popstar at 8am on a Sunday morning doesn't look any better than your average office worker in a similar state.
I'm wondering whether this exposure is part of why I'm so resolutely un-starstruck, why boyband slash, or any other popstar slash come to that, has pretty much zero appeal to me. Ditto actor RPS. Not interested.
It is certainly true that some actors and rock and popstars have charisma. It is also true that some doctors, lawyers, firefighters, plumbers, journalists, accountants (yes, really) etc also have charisma. Maybe not so many of them as actors and musicians but they do exist.
I so do not get the worshipping someone because they're famous thing. Now, if they're talented that's a whole different ball-game, of course. Then, I admire their talent but am not blinded by it into thinking that they are inherently great people because of it.
Okay, back to work...
