day 1992, I got to the final of
When we moved I uncovered a box in the loft with
‘My 15 minutes of Fame!’
written on the side. Videos of the episodes, paper cuttings and general memos. I had the videos transferred onto discs, I’m sorry I did now! The me of 26 years ago is a far cry from the me that I see in the mirror today.
It made me wonder how the truly beautiful actresses feel when presented with their younger selves? Suddenly now I can in some small way understand why they go to such torturous lengths to stay the same.
Me, well I’ve just grown old disgracefully and will fib and say it doesn’t bother me...
You know something... it blooming well does!
Call it vanity and you’d be spot on!