
Being a celeb (or ‘sleb’ as us literally geniuses might call it) is a big pain in the arse, isn’t it?
Of course, many of you are not famous like us, so you probably don’t know what we’re talking about. But just trust us when we say it is a royal pain in the Netherlands!
Now that we’re in this oft sought-after position, we felt it our duty to share our experiences with you, the plebs. I don’t mean that in an insulting way of course - there’s nothing necessarily wrong with being a pleb and, in fact, nowadays we rather dream of being able to drift through life in that vacuous, nondescript, and rather bland way that you people do.
On Why We’re Obviously Totally Famous
Before we move onto dealing with fame, first we will explain how famous we are. There are no egotistical motives for this at all, we are just using it as an example of how great and famous we are.
Since starting this blog, and the release of the hit internet game Click the Spot, Lemmy&Binky have become somewhat of an internet phenomenon. With a readership of over 100 people a day–which is a lot when you think about it–most of the peoples in the world will probably know who we are now, even if they don’t like to admit it. Let’s do some working out!
The blog has been running for over a year now. If we assume that 100 people a day have been visiting the blog since day one then this can be worked out as such:
365 x 100 = 36,500
Wowzers! That’s scientific proof that over 36 thousand actual people have read our blog!
A quick thought experiment for you: Imagine a big group of people in a big room. If you were to guess, how many people would you say there are in this imaginary room? Lots? Sure. More than 36,500? I somehow doubt it.
36,500 is such a huge amount of people that if you converted each person into a pound coin, you could probably buy a brand new Lexus (well, a nearly new one, at least) and even have some money left over for petrol!
Can you think of a number bigger than 36,500? Well we can, only just… but we need to sit down and really concentrate to do it.
Hence why we find it extraordinarily unlikely that there are more people than this in the world.
Not only because we can imagine the entire world without needing to sitting down first, but also having loads more people than 36,500 people would surely make the world too heavy and fall down, or something?
So we can only realistically conclude, from all this, that we are a bonifide household name by now.
So having finally made it to the big-time, we made a startling realisation…
[cue spooky music]
…we realisated that fame is not all it’s cracked up to be…
How People React When They See a Famous
All of us hyper-famous slebs have faced this problem at one point or another. You’re sat at the front of the bus. It stops, and some pretty girl gets on. She walks by you, clearly thinking to herself “oooh look, it’s those guys who did Click the Spot! Sitting on the bus just like us common folk!”
You wink knowingly, but she just casts her eyes away uncomfortably, clearly humbled and shy to be in the presence of someone who’s made it.
She sits down as far away from you as possible, clearly worried that you would think she was stalking you or something.
But no, you’re better than that… You can’t just shun away from the little people who helped you get where you are in the first place!
So you stand up and walk to the back of the bus, slumping nonchalantly down besides her, and telling her that it’s alright–You’re a person just like her, kind of.
Okay, you’re a better person. A more important person. A person who has done something great enough to become famous, but a person all the same.
It is about now that the jealousy invariably sets in. She moves to an empty seat, casting you a venomous look of envy before burying her head in a book or, on occasion, calling out to the driver to ask you politely to alight from the bus.
Yes, we’ve all been there. Fame is a cruel game, and you need a thick shell to cope with a life in the public eye.
The Paparazzi
Dealing with the Paparazzi is the most common cause of the ‘Celebrity Blues’. The photographers are difficult to deal with; their clandestine missions to photograph your bits whenever you leave the house can cause a lot of stress, and make your life somewhat akin to an eyeball in goldfish bowl.
Lemmy&Binky have to deal with this on a daily basis. You never know where the bastards are hiding, but one thing is for sure: They are out there someplace, waiting for the right moment to snap your particulars! Even more harrowing is the secretive manner in which their photos are distributed and printed. They are so crafty at photographing us without our knowledge, it’s almost as if it’s not happening at all.
So if you never see them, their cameras, or their photos, then what’s the problem?
Well, it is invasion of privacy, isn’t it? If you never quite know when the sneaky bastards are going to pop up and snap you, it means you are perpetually on edge. Visiting brothels and our weekly Nazi coffee mornings has become a stressful business. Our peace of mind is quite frankly shot to hell; especially when we’re out abducting livestock under the cover of darkness.
The fear of finding our mugs on the front of the national rags the next day occupies our every waking thought. It hasn’t happened yet, thankfully, but it doesn’t make us sleep any easier!
So what do you do to combat these camera wielding sneaks?
The best way to deal with the Paparazzi, generally, is to make yourself ‘unphotohraphical’ (real word) before you leave the house. A good way to do this is to don a fake moustache, ensure you always have terrible bed hair, and most importantly of all; coat yourself in a light-reactive spray that will render you as an albino space-alien on film.
The only place they’re going to sell those photos is the National Enquirer, or Fortean Times or something. Ha ha! Sucks to be you, photo-snipes! Slebs win, papparazzi 0.
So there we go. That’s all there is to it.
But the best way to deal with the downsides of fame is simply never to become famous in the first place.
We’ll leave you with the words of Big Brother 8 contestant Chanelle Hayes, “Fame is a vapour, popularity an accident, and riches take wings. Only one thing endures, and that is character.”
Wise words indeed!
(or you could just read this, it’s much better writ than this was, like)
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