Face in the Crowd.
Eagle-eyed
viewers of this Wednesday & Thursday’s editions of Pointless may have spotted
the back of my head in the studio audience. If you did, I’d question both your
attention span and sanity.
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This could be the
highlight of my career. If nothing else, it proves I know my place. I
don’t belong on the stage. I’m more suited to sitting quietly a few yards
in front of it, staying out of trouble. It’s a shame it took so long to reach
this realisation; if I’d known it fifteen years ago, I could have saved my dad
a fortune in drama school fees.
I should have noticed the signs. While I appeared in a number of TV advertising campaigns in
the past (one in just a pair of y-fronts), that was nearly ten years ago. These
days, I’m much more likely to be found amongst the proles in the crowd than entrusted
with the responsibility of addressing them.
It’s like when I went
to see Paul McCartney at Maida Vale Studios.
While I'm in
excellent company (that's Vanessa Feltz a few heads to my left and Rob Brydon
at the opposite side of the frame), I’m still at a safe distance from the
entertainment. Were the powers-that-be suggesting I have less pull than an
ex-Beatle? Shockingly, this seems to be the case.
Both examples
pale in comparison to the biggie: the time I was within spitting distance of
the Queen.
That’s definitely
one to show the grandkids.