All hail an internet crisis is upon us! If you are of the age of fourteen or below and a One Direction fan, the chances are that you're either crying in a corner somewhere right now, or you're busy tearing up your concert tickets to their next gig. My final guess is that you're recording a YouTube video whilst simultaneously doing the above.
The book contains much else besides the titillating fact that as a 60-year-old I had intimate encounters with a few of London's 'hot young dudes', but that was the focus of all the media attention. Of course I know how newspapers work and I understand tabloid-ese. I just didn't think that this revelation was something to get so lathered up about in 21st Century Britain.
A-listers aren't just famous for their hard work and talent - they're famous for winning the genetic lottery, they're famous for being in the right place at the right time, they're famous for the privileged starts they had, that allowed them to explore and hone what talent they had and make the necessary connections to get ahead in life.
Taking the bins out or feeding the cats is just a mundane duty to most of us, but we all know some people who do these everyday chores and receive wide recognition and rapturous applause. These people are Facebook Famous. They're the winners of the most competitive popularity contest on earth and every aspect of their life is so damn fantastic that it needs to be shared with their legions of adoring friends. But how the hell do these cocky little upstarts do it and how can you achieve similar glorification from your online acquaintances?
Poetry for me is now gloriously blurred with colours, images, musics, streaming video, satellites. It is time to give it a new name. It is no longer 'hard', it is not elitist, it is not rarefied or magical or the arena of a select few, it is a safe environment to play with anything you want, without boundaries or judgement.
For this reason I love Twitter and freely share the ins and outs with my life with anyone who wants to follow me. Twitter allows you to revel in your own ego under the banner of 'keeping up to date with your friends lives' and for this I'm truly thankful, but underneath it all are we just procrastinating with hashtags?
The whole premise for the pilot is that it's shot in the real world, so I found myself at a beautiful racetrack just outside of LA talking to jockeys, trainers, owners and punters as I attempted one of the biggest scale tricks I've ever done. What was it I hear you cry? Well I can't tell you... yet. I know, I'm such a tease.