As I stepped out of Subway at Middlebrook this afternoon and headed for Sports Direct, it hit me that I was walking meters behind Kevin Davies. Instead of overtaking him (I wouldn't have been the first) or introducing myself as his biggest fan, I kept my distance to observe what it's like for the town's favourite footballer to walk down the street.
In the space of thirty seconds, he was greeted by several people who he presumably hadn't spoken to before in his life, and who undoubtedly wouldn't have done so were it his job to save lives as opposed to kicking a bag of air round a field. I have to say, he was a complete gent to everyone!
Is money always a fair substitute for freedom and privacy?
Is there a tasteful and distasteful way of behaving towards celebrities, who admittedly should at least to an extent engage socially with the public?
In the space of thirty seconds, he was greeted by several people who he presumably hadn't spoken to before in his life, and who undoubtedly wouldn't have done so were it his job to save lives as opposed to kicking a bag of air round a field. I have to say, he was a complete gent to everyone!
Is money always a fair substitute for freedom and privacy?
Is there a tasteful and distasteful way of behaving towards celebrities, who admittedly should at least to an extent engage socially with the public?