JBR wrote:
I always think it's bizarre that people judge celebs on single things - "I said hello to X once. He was very polite. What a top bloke". Yeah, cos we all always treat every person we meet with utter respect - christ, even getting a Londoner to acknowledge your existence as you stand out of their way or hold a door is an achievement sometimes, so why should celebs be different. I don't find it tricky to imagine what's brought him to making a tit of himself in this way - day after day for years, people asking, some demanding, signatures, signed photos, can you sign this record, etc.etc.
OK, well in that case he can take his mansions, his millions, his cars and his shitty fucking records and stick them up his arse because he's just be another scouse cunt without these fans who are 'ruining' his life. You court the limelight, you pay the fucking price, matey. Starr has had an easier time of it than many, because comparatively speaking no-one gives a fuck about the talentless makeweight. When he was getting his dick sucked nightly by the fittest slags in whatever town he was playing he didn't complain. When he was shoving half of Columbia up his oversized nose he wasn't complaining, the autographs came with the territory. Now he can't get an erection and a line of chan would kill the old shitbag, he's got a problem. Well fuck you, Richard Starkey, your band might have been significant in terms of taking fan mania to the next level, and psychadelia wasn't exactly not down to you, either, but seeing your whinging face on the BBC website makes me want my licence fee back even more than bloody Eastenders. Get to fuck.
Jesus christ, I wish all that people asked from me in my job was autographs, instead people spend all day demanding/asking me to save them from Heroin addiction, mental illness, or what they are supposed to to do now they've been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. Where's my fucking helicopter?
Cuntwad.