...it doesn't work, does it? Okay, maybe if I was a published author with a deal at the White Cube, I could get away with being up my own arse. But, even if I was on the Bestseller's List and able to sell my unmade bed for millions (Ah! Just had a great idea for that pile of washing up...), I'd like to think that I wouldn't become one of those pretentious eejits.
Yep, you guessed it, something is on my mind.
I just can't understand artists who take themselves so seriously. It spreads into the other arts, too. Many a time I have seen a band play live who I loved, only to be left cold by their refusal to interact with the crowd - yet been delighted by others who openly show their respect and gratitude to their audience. Yesterday I went to the theatre to see The Play that Goes Wrong and, whilst it isn't my usual cup of tea, it was refreshing to see thesps having a bit of fun and basically taking the mick out of themselves.
So guys, do me a favour; never take yourself too seriously, no matter how successful you are. And, if I ever win the Booker or even the Turner Prize, please tell me if I become a pompous dick. Because it really isn't very becoming...