right, bit of an odd question, whats the best way of getting fame?

Apply for Big Brother 7, the best and only way to feed an Ego :D

Sleep with a celebrity and then sell your story to a tabloid... they can't get enough of such stories!

cheggars is always looking ryan123.

Streak at a live broadcast of something BIG and have something BIG to show!! :clap:

I believe the question was about the best way to get fame, not infamy? :D ;)

"Infamy, infamy, they've all got it infamy"! :P - Kenneth Williams, "Carry on Cleo".

StarSparkle

I think you can get Fame on video nowadays. Try the bargain bin at Woolworth's.

Do a Guy Fawkes....


Just don't get caught until after the deed;).

become a serial killer!!! you'll be the most talked about person in britain when you get caught

Originally posted by lonesome
Sleep with a celebrity and then sell your story to a tabloid... they can't get enough of such stories!

Totally agree - Tried and tested as being the best way of capapulting an unknown into the public eye.

God forbid that anyone should have to do anything remotely impressive like invent a cure for cancer, unite the world in peace or convince George W that he's not God's messenger on earth ......... Just lie back, think of England and Whoop de do! Your'e all over pages 2 3 4 5 6 7 & 8 with complimentry Kiss and tell captions on the front page.

This country is a shallow media circuss with the majority of the great unwashed more concerned that one of the big brother inmates has had a poo than whether the French voted Oui or Non. While that mentality prevails, just close the hotel door on your way out, ring the Sun and sit back waiting for those cheques.

I would prefer a list of well observed tips to avoid fame.

People who want to be famous are mostly shallow. And don't realise that any problems they have as a "nobody" will still be there if they are recognised.

One of the greatest gifts as a person in society is anonymity, the pleasure of popping into town or going for a night out and not being recognised is wonderful. For this reason, I have many friends who came to live in sheffield rather than stay in their home villages or small towns where everywhere they go they meet people who know who they are/age/their parents/their address.

Fame is a curse, it puts you in a prison, half the media hates you and half of them like you, they all want a piece. You loose contact with quality people who are your friends, and finish up with new worthless friends. If you feel anyway lonely or insecure, these feelings will increase 100 times if you were famous.

Originally posted by muddycoffee
Fame is a curse, it puts you in a prison, half the media hates you and half of them like you, they all want a piece. You loose contact with quality people who are your friends, and finish up with new worthless friends. If you feel anyway lonely or insecure, these feelings will increase 100 times if you were famous.

Yup indeedy. Combine all this with ready access to transient sexual partners and easily-accessible coke, and you've got one of the greatest evils in society today. Because without the curse of the shaky talentless Sleb ego/narcotics access we would never have suffered Robbie Williams. And more to the point neither would we have had to endure the pain of Angels being bellowed tunelessly across pubs by gangs of drunken females every Friday and Saturday since Christmas 1997.

Originally posted by joyphil
And more to the point neither would we have had to endure the pain of Angels being bellowed tunelessly across pubs by gangs of drunken females every Friday and Saturday since Christmas 1997.

Males sing it as well, actually :thumbsup:

Oh allright, you win. It's just that the ladies' voices carry further.

All together now:

and through it AAAAAAAALLLLLLLL she offers me protection
a lot of love and affection
da daa da da da daaaaaaaaaa
blah blah blah blah
I'm luvvin' angels instead




Poetry.

Originally posted by joyphil
Yup indeedy. Combine all this with ready access to transient sexual partners and easily-accessible coke, and you've got one of the greatest evils in society today. Because without the curse of the shaky talentless Sleb ego/narcotics access we would never have suffered Robbie Williams. And more to the point neither would we have had to endure the pain of Angels being bellowed tunelessly across pubs by gangs of drunken females every Friday and Saturday since Christmas 1997.

There's clearly a very poignant story behind this posting..... :P

StarSparkle :)

Nah, not really. But Angels is one of the reasons why my boozer of choice nowadays is the Sheaf View at Heeley. Not only do they let dogs in, not only is the beer awesome but the only thing that mars the experience of going there is having to fight off the beardy types who think that becasue they've got their Camra card in one hand the glass in the other has precedence over the empties that reached the bar before them when it comes to getting refilled. Oops, off on a tangenty rant there but I think I've got the story back on track. To whit, the Sheaf doesn't have a jukebox. And even if it did I'd like to hope it wouldn't have Angels on it.

Joyphil, there is also no jukebox in the Abbey and The Woodseats palace, they are inferior pubs to the sheaf view in all but proximity to home.

And through it allllllllll
she offers me protection
while sucking on my erection,whether im right or wrong

sorry, couldnt help it, im known for singing that version :D