Fame? I spit on fame.....
You know…there are probably lots of famous people who have got away with it.
Famous people who have got the money and the adulation, the good table at a top restaurant…without the personal price tag.
But not many.
Depending which magazine you read this week, Nicole Kidman is either bravely standing by her man or threatening divorce…or if you read New Idea, completely to blame for her husband checking into rehab. Apparently Nicole shouldn’t have thoughlessly gone to help the broken women of Kosovo…and if she wasn’t such a selfish cow…Keith wouldn’t have been forced to jump off the wagon.
Then there’s poor old Mary…due for a holiday with the folks on the apple isle…just weeks after the world found out she was expecting another baby. Can you imagine how miserable that holiday is going to be? She’ll be trapped at home in Tassie…no going out to lunch…no strolling through the shops with her step mum…no showing little Christian the parks where she played when she was a kid.
Just staring out the loungeroom window at the Papparazzi camped outside. I don’t think it sounds fun at all…
Obviously, I'm only saying all that to comfort myself. Because without doubt, the only thing worse than being as famous as Nicole and Mary, is being me.
First up, I should thank the Sunshine Coast for watching 'Overhaul' (6.30 Sunday nights, channel nine).
Episode two went to air on Sunday night. Because of the ARIA's, we were up against Idol this week and while the show did fantastically well here on the Sunshine Coast…the rest of you bastards around Australia apparently weren't that keen. Bugger…
And, I've got to tell you, it’s very stressful being on a losing show. Yesterday I went on a Sydney Morning Herald blog where they were being nasty about Overhaul, calling us the new Yasmin!!! Anyway, I wrote something quickly, basically telling them to lay off the Yasmin gags, that it was giving my work colleagues WAY to much of a good time. Immediately some guy called lucas (yes...he uses lower case...although he's hardly t s eliot) wrote back "caroline…your show sucks…your three minutes is over…bye bye…"
I bet no-one ever says anything nasty like that about our Mary…

