One And The Same

Back From Whence You Came

Being a celebrity must be pretty hard work. Some are stalked by menopausal old women who are interested in nothing more than a good story to tell over weak tea and Chocolate Hob Nob's. Others are chased and harassed by rabid fans wanting their backsides autographed as well as a vial of their heroes blood for weird rituals. A few unlucky souls are thought to be an embarassment to our country and a simple trip to Spar to buy a Twix and some Lucozade becomes a major covert mission otherwise a hail of stones, phlegm, sticks, old food and unwanted household appliances will rain down upon them from members of the public seeking to extract some form of revenge, albeit in a rather unimaginative way.

BUT

Celebrities have loads of money (with the exception of Screech from Saved By The Bell. He went bankrupt. Hahahaha.....) and should expect this form of crazed behaviour from normal people. The people you should be feeling truly sorry for are the people whose only crime is to look like certain celebrities. They have none of the perks associated with being famous apart from a potential trip to 'Celebrities and Their Doubles' to meet Dale Winton and sit through a few hours of abject humiliation with other lookalikes. Not really a very enviable position to be in I'm sure you'll agree.

It is this kind of mental torture that my fellow houmates and I are subjected to on a daily basis. And all because we look like other people. Not only do I live with some of the most attractive people you are ever likely to find, I also live with some of the most celebrity resembling folk you are ever likely to meet........with the exception of Charlie so I deemed it necessary to make one up for him................although the resemblance is uncanny. So sit back, relax and take a trip through my very own, real life Madame Tussauds. Only with a bit less wax.