And I think that if I were a for real celebrity that was recognizable everywhere I'd just crawl under a rock and you know have someone run over the rock with a car or something.
In the sixties everyone you knew became famous. My flatmate was Terence Stamp. My barber was Vidal Sassoon. David Hockney did the menu in a restaurant I went to. I didn't know anyone unknown who didn't become famous.
