So there I was, happily selecting my delicious & nutritious meat-free lunch, when ‘he’ walked in. ‘He’ being an increasingly super-famous actor. By super-famous I do indeed mean hollywood. And he was standing beside me. Madness!!
I won’t name names, because it would frankly defeat the purpose of my post, but let’s just say that ‘he’ is close enough to physical perfection that you wouldn’t notice the difference. Sooooooo pritty! Alas that he smokes, and has a really messed up (in an unattractive way) accent…
Anyhoo. My issue is as follows: everyone in the establishment acted like complete tosspots. No other word for it. I heard a rumour once that famous types like being in Dublin/Ireland because they’re basically left to their own devices: if today was anything to go by, I can only assume that in every other country they visit people come up to them and lick the back of their necks if they’re behind them in a queue.
People stopped eating, drinking, talking - all they could was stare. At this poor bloke (who from what I observed seemed like a nice guy, and quite smitten with the girl he was with!) who was at worst making a poor selection for his lunch…!
The line has been crossed over and back so many times that said line is no longer visible (from space or otherwise) and that can only be a sad thing. People who put themselves in public view shouldn’t have to feel like they’re giving up the right to eat lunch. I don’t care how much he got paid for his last film, he still maintains a right, if not to normality, then to spend that money on (horrible) soup at will without being gaped so bloody rudely!
It’s the same with politicians, sports stars, the lot. What the hell is wrong with ‘your’ life that you want to know what he/she/it had for breakfast? How is that interesting? Why are you not??!
