This is a weird thought I had today on the 8.33 from Shrewsbury to Birmingham International. I was thinking about famous people and I was wondering whether I will be famous one day. I had dreams of first class travel as standard, book signings in Waterstones and / or art openings at Tate Modern. So, I decided that if I am to become a famous artist or writer, someone might want to make a film of my life. If so, someone would need to play the part of me. I’m sure many people have wondered ‘Who is going to play me in a movie of my life?’ It’s not an uncommon weird thought.

The train of weird thoughts

The train of weird thoughts

But then I decided that that wasn’t likely to happen. I don’t see a future of artworld infamy or publishing sensation book tours.  So I decided that, statistically, it was more likely to happen that someone I know becomes famous rather than me. It might be a relative (Dave Gorman), an old friend (Russell Fuller), someone I have studied art with (Jonny Ive – sort of, he went to the same school as me), someone I have worked with (Susie Dent). And therefor someone might one day make a film of that person’s life (that’s four possibles already after ten minutes of thinking about it). If they are a good friend of mine or someone who’s path I crossed many times (so not Jonny Ives, except possibly past the lockers), then there’s a chance I might need to appear in the film. If so, of course someone would need to play me.

I wonder if he enjoyed his Walton High experience?

I wonder if he enjoyed his Walton High experience?

So the weird thought is: everyone should ponder the following, whether they see a life of future fame or not: ‘Who is going to play me in a movie?’

I'd be content for Kiera to play me in the movie of someone else's life

I’d be content for Kiera to play me in the movie of someone else’s life

It could happen. So keep an eye on your friends – they may one day have their name in lights or find themselves on TV. I’ve thought of four easy possibles, how many do you have?