One of the very best things about leaving the UK for Thailand was that it enabled me to wean myself off certain addictive television. I was completely hooked on Coronation Street, Eastenders, Holby and Casualty.
Now, I AM aware of the off button – and I DO know how to use it, but … I … well I didn’t. I was relatively happy being hooked on them. I wasn’t doing anyone else any harm, was I?
But the whole celebrity thing: Yuk. And, a bit like picking a scab, sometimes I just couldn’t resist it. I only had to be weak for a couple of episodes before I was hyperventilating for the next one. Or, goddamn it, going online to watch the live stream. Yes, readers, I hang my head in shame but how I loved Fame Academy …
By the time we moved I’d really had my fill of all the media celebrity fascination and although I’m au fait with the off button, I just couldn’t … quite … actually do it. The only way I could cope was to not get inveigled into the programme in the first place.
I was delighted then to exile myself here because suddenly I was in a foreign land where I didn’t see or hear any of the celebrity thing. Well, of course I do see it and I do hear it, but because it’s not ‘Where is the loo?’ or ‘chicken fried rice, please’ I can’t understand it.
So yesterday I was in the hairdressers. (Yes, again. Having my hair cut again because it wasn’t short enough last time, and yes, now I’ve got the haircut of a dorky eight year old boy but even I’m getting weary at all my tales of my barnet so that’s enough of that). So I’m in the hairdressers and Johnny with the scissors tells me that the woman having her hair washed (out of earshot) is a celebrity. A soap star.
Well when she appears from the washing, it’s a terrible anticlimax because she just looks like a Thai lady. It’s not like I’m sitting next to Vera Duckworth or Pauline whatsername that Jane Wenham Jones’ book told me had been killed off. But there is some Diva like behaviour because the massage parlour next door sends in a masseur and while the Soap Star is having her hair cut, she also gets her feet and lower legs massaged.
Damn it. I wish I’d thought of that.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
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4 comments:
Now that sounds amazing, having your hair cut and a massage at the same time. Perfect. I know what you mean about the celebrity thing, our culture is just obsessed! I had to wean myself of magazines years ago but the Internet is just full of it.
Like Yvonne, I've had to wean myself off magazines, and like you, I struggle to push that off button. The celebrity thing annoys me, and yet I'm drawn to it...
I hope you felt smug next to that woman: "Celebrity? Pah, I've never heard of her!" ;)
I think I've already told you this but when we were back in the UK in June last year I was horrified to discover that one of the plots Eastenders was still exactly the same as it had been before I left - it had been 10 months!!
C x
Yvonne, doesn't it? Wouldn't that be just lovely?
Angie, I used to have a rule that I wouldn't pay money for that kind of magazine, but when I got more hooked ... and with no prospect of a visit to my Doctor's waiting room, I had to break that vow!
Carol, Yup, I can totally believe that. The same thing happened to me with Corrie the first Xmas i was back home.
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