Sunday, 6 May 2012

The price of fame

This is getting beyond a joke. I'm really hacked off with the media's constant intrusion into my personal life, day after day, as if I'm some piece of public property to be picked over by all and sundry.

On Monday it was "Is Nick too thin? A scarily gaunt-looking Nick tottered into the Merchant Hotel as if his legs were too weak to carry him. His ribs were clearly visible through his T shirt. Now anorexia is the word on everyone's lips."

Then on Tuesday came "Is Nick the country's most embarrassingly-dressed man? The skin-tight pants and punk-style leather jacket look really grotesque on a man of his age. The female receptionists at the Europa Hotel were struggling not to laugh."

On Thursday it was reported "At the Fitzwilliam Hotel Nick was looking worryingly pale and haggard, and without his usual companion, the artist and model Tanzi Twitch. Are his vigorous male appetites being satisfied? In short, is he getting enough?"

The endless torrent of lies, false assumptions, smears and abuse is getting me down. I've instructed my lawyers Sue Grabbit and Runne to take immediate action against these nauseating scumbags. As my closest friends know full well, there isn't a word of truth in these scurrilous attacks.

If this is the price of celebrity, if this is what it means to be a household name, I shall have to consider giving it all up and going back to my old job on the sandwich counter at Pret A Manger.

The reality is that I'm a chaste, God-fearing teetotaller with a love of stamp-collecting, cheese-rolling and dressing up in women's clothing. I have an allergy to hedgehogs and I'm honorary president of the East Belfast Garden Gnome Appreciation Society.

I couldn't be more normal if I tried.

10 comments:

Secret Agent Woman said...

You forgot to add that you have an unusually vivid imagination.

Grannymar said...

Nick, are you making a habit of tottering into the Merchant Hotel? ;)

blackwatertown said...

That Tanzi! She'll latch on to anyone to get attention. Watch yourself with her.

nursemyra said...

It's the stamp collecting that lets you down

Nick said...

Agent - No no, it's the journalists who have an unusually vivid imagination....

Grannymar - Only when I'm in one of my anorexic phases.

Blackwater - Oh, she deserves the attention, her genius is indisputable. Her seminal work "Empty Room with Small Mouse and Bad Dream Number 17" is an acknowledged masterpiece.

Myra - I can't think why. My Penny Blacks are worth millions.

Anonymous said...

Sometimes the media do someone a service by pointing out that they're too thin. It might encourage them to get help before it's too late. Anorexia is no joke.

Nick said...

Anon - I agree. Some celebs do look scarily emaciated. The pressure they're under to be ever thinner is crazy.

nick said...

So - nobody appreciates my sense of humour. This is not good enough. You will all write out a hundred times "I just can't believe how funny Nick is." Come on, start writing....

Rummuser said...

Good Lord! You are not Nick Swardson are you?

Nick said...

The famous American actor and comedian? Not that I know of. Why, do you detect some similarity between us? I must say I'd love to be able to boast that I was expelled from school four times....