Celebs

How is one supposed to feel when they see an email in the inbox, and it's coming from a local celebrity? Surprised at the very least. I actually was about to delete the email because I thought it would be some spam from someone posing to be the local celeb. But I didn't, because curiosity will not just kill the cat, but me together with the cat. And I'm glad I didn't. Because it was all true. I'd have thought that having a local 'celeb' brother with so many local 'celeb' friends would make me immune to it all. And it does. Except for one man. He makes me laugh, and opinion-forming me already had an opinion. A very wrong opinion. A 'normal' man who is perhaps very sensitive too. Plenty of insight, but then I guess you have to have that sort of insight to woo audiences. Once a man is on stage, he probably has to size up his audience in seconds first, then work from there. Brilliant stuff. Try making people cry, that's easy. Try making them laugh, not so easy. People like to laugh and cry not necessarily in that order. And in a credit crunching society, it's even more difficult to make them laugh and cry, again not necessarily in that order. The British are well known for their one of a kind humour. Malta... I see nobody, except for one man. He's on his own, wether it's a good thing or not. And because he draws people by the crowds, then I, for one, decide that I am royal stuff and remove myself from the rest. Or maybe not. The rest are loud, vulgar, ignorant. I'm not of course. And yet I harbour their same thoughts with a vengeace. I like, no, love, the same thing precisely. So does that put me into their same net? Ir probably does. Because then again, I love garish, loud, flashy. But convent school leaves it's dire marks on any girl. I have come to hate most local 'celebs' because their manhood probably doesn't work anymore seeing that it's their heads which swell and not their private parts. They love the attention, they lap it up as if they were lapping up the sun in Ghajn Tuffieha. They say it's too much, and talk about how lovely it would be to go about unobtrusively. All lies. They're all the same. But for this one man. And there is probably an even better woman somewhere edging him on. Good girl.