Wednesday, 13 January 2016

The Smell of Fame


The problem with mixing with famous people is the temptation to be like them.  Gary Lineker, seen here with wife Danielle has given me the impression for many years that he thought being famous, having a 'trophy wife' and mixing with the rich movers and shakers was the place to be.  
Gary became famous as a talented footballer, a striker who scored an enormous number of goals without being cautioned or sent off by the referee.  He played  at the highest level with Barcelona - and for England, and even proved his worth by scoring TWICE against the Heart of Midlothian during a friendly some years ago and at a time his then side Leicester City were being taken apart by the Gorgie men.  As his playing career ended he found a job in the media, with a column in a grubby paper and then presenting 'Match of the Day' England's premier football highlights show.   He, or his agent, knew how to manage money as he soon found similar jobs elsewhere at million pound prices and has stashed away a great deal during the following years.
On the way he divorced his first wife of 20 years, who knows why, and ended up with the young actress and model.  Hmmm older famed rich male meets actress/model 20 years younger, it smells like love to me.  Now six years on they are amicably divorcing and all is well.  The reason stated is her desire for a child and at 36 it is her last chance, and his reluctance at 55 to endure that.  Hmmm, I'm with him at that, he is too old to be a father now.   He has four sons from his first marriage, ranging between17 and 23 so they are probably well looked after, she has a 14 year old from a previous fling, sorry marriage, isn't that enough?
Hmmm.  
What is it with men like this?  Fame all to often goes to the head.  It may be there were problems in the first marriage however it strikes me when money and fame with celebrity status calls the man no longer as young as he was and with his professional calling behind him looks for 'something' in life he no longer possesses.  Was Danielle a 'trophy wife?'  I suspect so as he often commented on her looks rather than in a manner most men have when mentioning the wife, it was as if the looks mattered more than anything else.  
Gary has his fame, his wealth and his job will remain for some time and I doubt this will hinder his popularity and the cash will still roll in.  My cynical mind however expects to find arguments about money appearing in the gutter press some time soon as discussions over cash break down.
There again I am just cynical when mid life crisis men jump ship and find a women half their age.  This can be a good thing but far too many celebs drag their failed lives through the papers for my liking.  The kids can survive such things but all too often they end up the same way.  
Marriage is not an easy option nor is it something to play around with.  Having children makes life harder also and divorce cannot be the best thing for the child.
Fame eh?  We all want it but standing back we don't want it at all really, an unheard of life is a happier life.


As I came home today I noticed the daffodils outside the Council offices had blossomed.  A sure sign of how mild winter has been so far.  Of course the chill weather is here now and it appears that wee beastie inside the Daff has in fact died there.  Tonight we may get a smattering of snow so I am leaving the heating on and staying in bed for two days.
I need the sleep.  I have spent two days working and in my condition at that!  
Yesterday I discovered my condition.  I began to check the books upstairs and sort out what was what.  There I found three boxes of leaflets so out of date TV was in black & white when they were printed.  I carried one enormously heavy box downstairs and across to the skip and dumped it then discovering how unfit I actually had become.  In days of yore I done jobs like that with no problem, warehouse work, humping and carrying were the way to earn a living when you have no brain.  Now I realised I was unfit and near death!  I however brought down the second box from its hiding place, dumped it in the skip and stood there panting.  I considered jumping in myself but would have been unable to get over the edge.  I called it a day and sat there with one of the girls drinking tea and working our way through a quiz book in preparation for a quiz night several months away.
I think we may lose.
Today I returned to finish the job and after shifting all the boxes of books, counting them and deciding we ought to dump many of them I took my way home with every muscle desperate for a Swedish massage.  A slap from one of the girls in a manner very different from what I suggested was not in my way of thinking satisfactory.  
My new healthy eating regime has begun, tomorrow my new healthy exercise programme begins.
That is if the ambulance folks have been told about it...

 

10 comments:

carol said...

At least your expert knowledge about your footballer may help with your quiz night.

the fly in the web said...

Healthy eating sounds ominous...

I remember a man who traded in his wife of twenty years for his younger secretary...much posher sounding than wife and more in keeping with what he saw as his new status....

Wife two was a lovely lady...but he had her inheritance off her in two shakes of a lamb's tail and had her terrified of him in three...
She thought she would have security for her two children by an earlier marriage - but he banned them from the house as soon as he could.

Nasty types, the collectors of trophies.

Lee said...

I've never heard of the man...but then, there are many people about whom I've never heard. It is neither their loss nor mine.

Jerry E Beuterbaugh said...

Is it safe to assume that being even a great professional footsie fondler is not enough to keep some women happy throughout a marriage?

Lady Di Tn said...

Mr A man It is not only guys but women who try to chase youth by marrying young. Just last year across the lane from us a 92 year old woman bought the house for sale and remodeled it and put lights up the driveway that confuses the pilots of airplanes. She is living happily with her husband who is more than thirty years her junior. He came looking for some lost white turkeys he had put on the place and all this was told to my husband. The young fellow also invited us to come over for cocktails. (Not gonna happen) Now when I go outside he has put up some sort of whistle that goes off every 35 seconds. Needless to say they should have never moved out to the countryside but stayed in town. I had to lol at the exercise pun and think about my new yoga mat. Take care and Peace

Jenny Woolf said...

Even when I was young the idea of being famous always filled me with horror.Maybe that's just as well! :)

Adullamite said...

Carol, Sadly I got the one football question wrong and she knew all about the cricket question!

Lee, He knows about you!

Jerry, Some wimmen don't understand.

Lady, A 92 year old? How much money does she have...?

Jenny, But you are a famous author.

Mike Smith said...

I didn't realise 'the boy Lineker' was getting divorced again. It happens. A top Scots author left his wife of 30 years for an, er, older woman...

Adullamite said...

Mike, You only want her millions!

Adullamite said...

Fly, Collector of trophies indeed. I wonder who he will land next...?