I was stirred to consider fame by Ron’s recent nomination of Dylan Mulvaney. Admittedly he is an extreme example but becoming famous so commonly pushes normal people out of a stable orbit. Some cope with fame admirably. JK Rowling springs to mind, you may not like her politics but to her that’s your fucking problem. However armies of the famous really do not. Consider present-day TV “personalities”, game show entrants, pop “musicians” and most glaring of all those “influencers” on the interweb. A few are sound but most are away with the fairies. Personally I treasure my anonymity. When I see lottery winners being interviewed on TV it gives me the creeps. In their position I would run for the hills before the journalists found me. I don’t gamble though, so I’ll never become a millionaire by taking a pound off each of a million people who can ill afford to lose it. First cousin to fame is of course power, something else I don’t crave. The only power I want is the ability to pay the bills and to say what I think, which latter is obviously being eroded year on year but that’s a subject for another nom.
Still, I console myself with the knowledge that many people think my way. Consider how many people when offered something in the debased honours system tell the politicos to stick the gong where the sun doesn’t shine.
Nominated by arfurbrain.
As Ricky Gervais said when questioned at a talk by a student who asked him, “what advice would you give to young people out there who want to become famous?”
Gervais replied, “kill a prostitute”
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I think the headline is wrong, it should be fame is for cunts..
Most so called famous people today, just turn stomachs not heads.
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I was on one of those ‘Fly on the wall’ things (certainly not the ‘star’, just happened to be filmed from my station and I was on a fair few jobs with the film crew) and got recognised in the street a few times because of it.
Scared the shit out of me.
Fame? No thanks.
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Can I have your autograph?
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Alright DCI?
Hope you are well pal
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Can’t smile wide enough, Mis. You? Apart from every fucking post going into moderation and posts disappearing on another thread. Yours included.
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It makes a man take things over and lets him lose hard to swallow.
It puts you there where things are hollow.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=enenlBsUrTI
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Influencer is just a longer word for the old English term, cunt.
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Fame is relative. The other day I saw an episode of Pointless Celebrities, a rather self-aware title, and out of the 8 ‘celebrities’ on it I knew 1. Says it all really.
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That many, Mog? 🐱
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When I was a kid celebrities were the likes of Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor, not some cunt who won a bronze medal for doing the 100m ‘sprint’ in 23 seconds in the 2004 Paralympics or appeared briefly in a security video of a bunch of shoplifters.
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Its all Andy Arseholes fault.
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“Some are born famous, some achieve infamy, and some have fame thrust upon them. The rest just want to be famous: There lie the cunts.”
W. Shakespeare, c1602.
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Funny how they often miss the last sentence off
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It’s a bit of a chicken and egg one this.
Does fame make someone a cunt, or are they already cunts before they’re famous.
Influencers appear to have been cunts from an early age, with an burning desire for attention and fane from an early age.
Yet Linekunt, seemingly once an amiable chap, morphed in to an utter cunt once under the auspices of the BBC.
Either way, fame seems to feed the monster, or eventually create one.
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Lineker should be made a CBE; Cunt of the British Empire.
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Cunt and a Big ‘Ed.
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It’s OK being famous for doing something exceptional but I suppose that it’s important to realise that any fame is short-lived.
The problem seems to be that many cunts gain fame for doing very little, sometimes for fuck all.
Once famous these cunts think that their fame is never ending, when in reality they are simply forgotten, leaving the general public thinking, “Who the fuck are these people?”
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It has got to the point now where Wireless 4 use “influencers” usually grasping young tarts, under 25, who just want stuff free, and are described as “experts”. Experts in poncing, perhaps – nothing more. This is frequently to be heard on the lunchtime “You & Yours” a strange programme, which one moment will give really useful advice, followed by a lady from Manchester who hasn’t got a halfpenny to scratch her arse with, and bills of thousands, followed by a drooling items about the latest (expensive) “coffee shop experience” Coffee and experience £10 a cup. A real bargain. So they say.
As regards the question of honours. I freely admit that, should at this late stage my services as a pornographer, marriner and rose garden expert be recognised with an OBE, I would find it hard to refuse. I wouldn’t accept one though if Kweer offered it. That would be tainted with shit.
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I fully concur with your analysis of the “You and Yours” programme WC. When I was on the road constantly I mostly listened to Radio4 as by far the least bad broadcast station. From “You and Yours” I learned a few things of practical use but sometimes advice was given which made me think that the listeners who needed such must have the IQ of a sub-saharan. I was also one of the army of men who regularly listened to “Woman’s Hour”. (When it moved from the afternoon to a morning slot it put me out of kilter for weeks!) That had a similar pattern ranging from stuff that I was glad to learn to drivel which sometimes caused me to switch it off.
Since I retired I’ve hardly listened to the radio at all but from what you say I gather it’s much as I remember.
Morning all.
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The saying goes everyone gets 15 minutes of fame, the Bliar cunt has had 30 years of fame/infamy.
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Anytime I see that cunt I have 15 mins of apoplexy.
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My late father would lash things at the TV when that ass-hat Blair made an appearance.
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Still waiting for my 15 minutes to come around, and time’s running out ⏳….so i think i deserve at least a double slot … come on you young guns I’m sure I could influence some of you considering that you’ll believe/watch/listen to any 💩…Botox incoming
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On the odd occasion that I have looked at ‘celebrity’ programmes (looked at for about 1 minute) I havent a fucking clue who the fuckers are. And dont fucking care.
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As we’re on the subject of fame I think it’s time I came clean. Geordie Twatt isn’t my real name. I am, in fact, Robson Green.
I am now widely accepted as being the finest actor of my generation, a singer with a string of no.1 hits, a brilliant fisherman, swimmer, TV presenter, heart throb and all round good egg with bien pensant political opinions.
Nowadays, having achieved fame, wealth and riches beyond the imagination of you little people I’m taking it easier, just concentrating on my pet hobbies of polishing my ego and walking on water.
But hey, modesty prevents me talking about myself.
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Strange, I thought you were Jimmy Nail.
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Jimmy Nail? Who the fuck is he?
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Geordie nailed it.
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So you are geordie twatt then…
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Robson Green? Who is he?
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Think he’s the one with envy.
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I love seeing egoistical cunts being shot down, especially the arrogant ones. Sometimes you might feel sorry for them on occasions that comes out of the blue, depending on the situation. I think we all admire geniuses and enjoy people falling flat on their faces. Its human nature after all.
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Forgotten my usual trait, the argument of halfwits that puts nonentities on pedestals.
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A very interesting nomination. I was in a restaurant in South Wales one Friday night and some poor chap was out for a meal with his Mrs. Every single person who came in offered to buy him either a drink or his dinner, he couldn’t just be there and enjoy the moment. Me and Mrs. W were the only ones who hadn’t a clue who he was. About 6 months later I am having my Sunday dinner in the Mission Ranch in California, Clint Eastwood is two tables away and Jack Norman was dancing at the bar with a blonde bird, whilst some well known singer (again not a clue) was working the karaoke machine, not a single person disturbed them.
I found myself scoring a cricket match once with an A list celebrity and I asked him about it. He said the worst thing about it was that he was expected to pay for everything all the time. We had just had lunch in the local pub and the game was off to a late start because some of our lads refused to pay for their own lunch thinking the celeb had organised it and therefore should pay for it. No-one had said anything to him but he knew. That information has stood me in good stead over the years, if in the company of the fabulously wealthy, which I am occasionally, make sure you, at least, pay your own way because so many don’t.
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I used to visit various BBC sites at work Wanksock. They had numerous sites all over London and the one in Borehamwood was where they made “Casualty”. Whenever I went there there was always a group of sad people outside the gates. They would stand there all day in the hope of catching a glimpse of one of the actors/actresses as they whizzed by going in or out.
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Yet these same cunts wouldn’t dream of going to see a performance at a community theatre.
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Arfur, I was sent off to boarding school when I was 13 near Borehamwood. After a week or two our housemaster called us into his study after lunch to give us the “sex” talk. The only thing I can remember about it was that if Jimmy Savil was passing in his Roly Poly and offers us a lift don’t get in .That was in 1967, I guess Jimmy was doing TOTP or something at the Borehamwood studios. They knew about him even then.
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Are you sure it was ‘Casualty’, as that has always been made in Bristol or Cardiff (Holby City is a fictionalised Bristol).
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@Cuntamus. You’re dead right about “Casualty” of course, but it was “Holby City” which was made in Borehamwood although as you say it was supposed to be set in Bristol. My mistake but these shows all run together in my mind, wonder is I didn’t call it “Emergency Ward 10”. It always amused me that the people on site who produced this dross regarded it as high art.
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I only know that as a friend of mine was once in an episode and said it wouldve been better if they’d still made the shite in Bristol.
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The people who really are controlling the world definitely don’t want “fame” , they do want to live forever though..!
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Celebrities especially those of the television seem like the worst sort of cunts imaginable.
Thank fuck I don’t watch TV otherwise I’d be forced to plan a mass Ovening.
I suppose they could be “nice” in reality but who’s got time for that?
Fuck the lot of them.
Good morning.
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I’ve met a few Unkle. Some of them are nice. A few are particularly fucking nasty.
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The worst are the ‘famous for being famous’ cunts; no talent no marks like Price, who just seem to be there all the time. Then you’ve got the tit and bum flashers, Vorderman and Holden, who just get their names in the meeja for… flashing their tits and bums.
Some have the gift of making almost no ability go a very long way, grifters like Markle.
Others, cunts like Blair and Putin, achieve infamy rather than fame.
They’re all a gigantic pain in the arse.
Morning all.
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I’m famous for not being famous.
Morning Ron, all.
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Halfwits again for giving them notoriety.
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Infamy, infamy they’ve all got it in for me.
Kenneth Williams.
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Barnes Wallace, Guy Gibson and Douglas Bader proper blokes who should still be famous but unfortunately have been erased from British culture by the wishy washy here today gone tomorrow bollocks of modern life and its enthrallment with the anodyne and pathetic cult of celebrity and the worship of the social tedia cunts. The failure to teach children the history of their country is and will be the downfall of our culture and race.
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Very well said sir.
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Robert Mugabe is a hero. He hated the British Empire but ended up making it look like the more civilised alternative.
He’s like the substance in a fake tit implant.
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My admirations go to composers and the conductors of orchestral musicians who perform their work. Film directors and actors. Artists from all walks of life. The art world in general. All genuine geniuses.
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Talking about fame, I can’t stand Danny Dyer, the Geezers geezer – reckons he’s a bit tasy and handy but I think would shit himself if someone tried it on.
That said, I can’t knock the bloke on this occasion as I watched his “how to be a man” on Channel 4 last night and take my hat off to the cunt becuase it was an eye opening programme and a lot of what he covered I completely agree with.
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Danny Dyer aka Malcolm Smith. Remember when his Wikipedia page got edited? He was fuming! Think it was Leigh Francis who was responsible for that😂😂😂😂
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I remember seeing a film (well, part of it) where Danny was an ex SAS trooper looking for revenge against those who’d harmed his friend or something.
You’ve seen it a million times before, but the protagonist is usually some genuinely hard looking type like Jason Statham or Scott Adkins.
I mean, Danny Dyer as ex SAS? Fuck off.
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Was Craig Fairbrass not available?
At least he looks the part.
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Full immediate oven for these Z Listers.
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Excellent nomination! 100% right!
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I wonder if Angela Rayner is enjoying fame at the moment.
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I enjoy the ones who thrust themselves upon us and end up having to Iive their entire lives trying to live down being an eighteen carrot cunt.
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Carat, I beg your pardon.
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In this age fame is an influencer with ten thousand followers on Instagram/TikTok/Dipshit trying to bully companies to give them free stuff, then making a video of themselves crying when it backfires and they realise that nobody likes them.
Having to tell people you are famous is one of the saddest states of humanity and delusion there is.
These people deserve shame rather than fame.
That goes for talentless cunts like Katie Price who are clinging on by their false nails twenty years after being relevant.
She’s a relic from the era of Dani Behr and Donna Air, Kerry Katona etc. and is still desperate to be in the papers.
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‘How dare you?!! Do you know who I am???!!!’
‘No’.
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Gerald Pauschmann absolutely roasted an influencer called Elle Darby on his now defunct youtu.be channel.
If you’ve got the time and ability to somehow locate it on the net, dl it, it’s fucking priceless.
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You’re right Arfur, if I won Euromillions the only people in the world who would know would be my accountant and my solicitor.
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