11.01.10 - 09:19pm
Further to my ruminations (good word that, just looked it up) about the potential pathologies associated with the development of the online persona I feel there may be a short film’s worth of a concept in the idea of a protagonist who, to all intents and purpose, exclusively exists online. I suppose it’s so commonplace as to be not worth mentioning, with many widely-read journalists etc who work at home and consequently have this bizarrely dualistic life of getting paid to inform tens of thousands about their broken dishwashers or whatever. I can feel myself slipping into that mode now, and it’s like dry humping or something. I guess I just had a sudden sense of how easy it would be for the public and the private to be seperate to such a degree that there might be some mileage in it for a plot. Some kind of Being There for the internet age. Anyway, what I’m trying to do is express my sense of disbelief (albeit with lashings and lashings of false modesty) about my appearance in the forthcoming Sensational documentary, coming, as it does, hot on the heels of my transgressive thespian dalliances in Ergo Phizmiz’s The Faust Cycle (I fucking hate the theatre, see. I’ve even got a song called Why I Hate The Theatre) and in a scarcely decent interval before my automatic Pete Um Google-search makes me aware of this:
But I'll do specific blogs on each of the above before long, presumably sat here in my pants.