It’s cloudy this morning on the terrace so I can indulge myself by writing outside.
When it is sunny it is impossible to see the screen.

I just nipped down to the village for a croissant and The Sunday Times (yes, the French version hits Thezan punctually every Sunday morning) and the Sunday Midi Libre.

Reading through them has led the ancient grey matter to ruminate on thoughts of celebrity.

The Midi Libre is full of the Stars who will be at The Festival of Carcassonne in July ; Depeche Mode, Status Quo, Seal etc. surely just a little bit passé.
But then the French are good at holding on to their own stars for far longer than we do, I mean Johnny Halliday is still popular.
Two other thoughts about celebrity struck me this morning as I read the paper.

First one was that Ken Loach has just made a film called Looking for Eric about a Manchester fan’s attempts to locate his idol Cantona.
Pity he didn’t ask me.
Last summer he was in Beziers teaching five-a-side football in the bullring,(in between bull fights of course.)
(This in turn reminds me of when the world and his wife was wanting to talk to ex-Etonion Darius Guppy after he had done something or other, Where is Guppy roared the headlines. The answer was in Carrick-on-Suir and having frequent dinners in Dwyers in Waterford)

And then, the reverse of the medal there is that terrific heart warming story about how celebrity can eventually be achieved against all odds by talent.

Watch the Susan Boyle video on youtube, watch the nauseating Simon Cowell patronise a dumpy, plain , late forties Scottish woman who then just opens her mouth and sings herself into instant celebrity with a belter from Les Mis.
She has it appears been entering and loosing talent contests for the last thirty five years.

Very heartwarming, I read in the Times that Sharon Stone was moved to tears.
I know how you feel Sharon, but now the sun has come out so either the blog ends or I have to go inside……