“You must get really fed up…” A very, very, very popular strategy used by the approacher is to cast themselves in the role of the non-typical fan. This of course is the most popular method and casts them therefore as utterly typical. They will say something like ‘I expect you get really annoyed by people coming up to you…’ as if they are not doing exactly that. A very, very well known friend of mine once actually called the bluff of this social pretence, which was excessively naughty of him. It went like this.
Fan: You must get really annoyed by people coming up to you all the time. Fameboy: Not at all. The only thing that really annoys me is people coming up to me and telling me that they expect I get really annoyed… Fan: Well, fuck you then! (exit huffily)
Fan became ex-fan and my friend spent the rest of the decade kicking himself, for he is not usually rude or mean.
It is obvious and wholly understandable that when people approach you they want to present themselves as separate from the herd: they are not aware that the more they attempt to be different the more they are in fact identical. When I had a crush on Donny Osmond I was convinced that if he could only get to know me he would discover that I was so different from everyone else around him that he would understand how we were meant for each other. This is Stance A, the Standard Defining Fan Feeling, and covers the beliefs of all fans from obsessive to faint admirer.
Unique Opening Line As far as I’m concerned, I really don’t expect people to be original, and if they were all to say ‘I expect you get really annoyed…’ (which they just about do) I honestly wouldn’t mind. Better that than cudgel their brains for some unique opening line. It’s common for the Unique Opening Line to be something surreal about biscuits if it’s a teenage boy or a comment about the shoes/tie one’s wearing if it’s a girl. I don’t know why, but there we are. I report as I find. What I dread most, however, is the Arcane Factoid.
The Arcane Factoid Now that does happen from time to time. Because of QI I’m very often asked a trivia question along the lines of ‘what’s the name of the plastic thingy at the end of a shoe-lace?’ in fact I must have been asked that particular question at least 20 times. I’m not exaggerating. It’s one of the class of facts that people believe they are the only people in possession of. Aglet, by the way, is the answer, though as we geeks know, aglet has another meaning too. As if you didn’t know. Naturally there are plenty of questions that I don’t know the answer to, and this allows people to go off happy in the knowledge they have bested me and that I am not the font of all wisdom that I never said I was. ‘I bumped into that Stephen Fry in Waitrose and he never even knew the name of the dog who found the stolen World Cup’ or whatever… If not a factoid a muddle-headed origin. ‘Did you know that the V-sign comes from the archers at Agincourt?’ I have given up replying, ‘no I didn’t know that, and the reason I didn’t know it is because it isn’t true.’ People like to believe their derivations and origins, no matter how wrong they are.
Sample dialogue Now this is all beginning to sound as if I’m contemptuous of the people who come up to me in the street. I’m not. I’m genuinely not. The huge, vast, enormous, colossal, gigantic majority are kind, sweet-natured, friendly, unobtrusive, understanding and delightful. I’m merely sharing the experience with you as best I can. The fact that people say the same kinds of thing does not make them predictable, dull, foolish or uninteresting. Those who try and come up with something completely original or who fish for some connection (‘my father knew your doctor’s accountant’s sister-in-law’) are more tiring and more of an intrusion into one’s day, certainly. It would be dishonest of me to deny that and you wouldn’t trust me if I pretended that I thought all people were equally good company. You’d think I was a dick. Charm should be rewarded. In the end I it works best when both sides recognise that it’s a social dance and want to get it over with as quickly as possible.




Next month it will be a year since I first wrote on your “Let Fame” blog! Amazing how time has leapt forward!
Today I buy the Sydney Morning Herald and tip out the television pgm for the week “The Guide”… and what do I find?!
An artical written by Michael Idato, with an interview between yourself and Mr Idato. This interesting interview covers such things as the difference between who you are and who you become when “on stage” as it were, the series Kingdom which just aired on Australian televison this weekend and some interesting insights into the effects of fame via the well worn track of Twitter…..
I was deeply moved by what came out during the interview.
It made me realise that being on Twitter must be an enormous pressure to “perform” on many different levels because it includes the personal stuff too, which is left alone comparatively when “on stage”.
That this would begin to interrupt the peaceful existance of one such as yourself becomes clear to see.
I almost felt guilty for wanting to follow you on twitter ~ after all, you are the reason in total of why I went onto twitter in the first place, and I sincerely doubt I’d be `into’ it at all if you weren’t there!
Having said that…. it does make me extraordinarily unhappy to think that this twitter experience might be causing such stress on your fine self.
I know it’s a Moral Sin to come here and write to you but I have no other way of getting things off my chest when it comes to such things!
Its not like I have email addresses or whatever!
So I hope you won’t mind too much that I have voiced my thoughts here.
I suppose it would possibly be even logical under the circumstances if you were to give up twitter for your own sake! Survival and all that!
I will say goodbye here and try very hard to not bother you any more with writing upon your blog page. I know it’s a bit of a cheek and I fully expect this to be deleted El Pronto too.
Goodbye dear Stephen Fry of Twitter personage… I have enjoyed the contact so much and wish you all the very best of everything from here on out….
Love nahatsu
Ops! I left out a rather vital piece there.. it should read “in the event that you do decide to quite Twitter… goodbye etc….
Oh dear me!
(sorry about that and about the dreadful typos! )
x
Yet another — shld read QUIT of course!