You Ain't Seen Me...Right?
I was
disturbed to discover I'd been papped at Hitchin Station the other day.
I was wholly
unaware I’d been snapped until a few days later, when the photographer in
question responded to a tweet posted from Doggett & Ephgrave’s account
about my show in Brighton, to say they’d seen me waiting for a train and
wondered where I was headed. What was strange about it was they’d obviously sat
on the picture for a few days before sharing it with us; would they have kept
it to themselves if it weren’t for them spotting the tweet about Brighton and, if so, why did they take it? I can’t imagine why anyone would
feel the need to document seeing me in a reasonably likely public place.
I’d be flattered
if it weren’t so disturbing. How often have people taken pictures of me
without my awareness? What’s the pull? It’s not like I’m a topless sunbathing
Duchess of Cornwall or a wigless William Shatner. Seeing me at my hometown’s
railway station is a reasonably regular occurance.
I already feel paranoid
people in Hitchin recognise me from my many local exploits and may judge me
when I’m clearly not feeling my best. It’s a shit level of fame, but I’d still
prefer the anonymity.
At least I’ve
learnt my lesson; henceforth you’ll never see me in a public place without a made-up face.