Leafing through my Kate Moss-filled Sunday newspapers, I couldn't help but sympathise with the 500 people on my list who must all lead their life in the gaze of the public to such a massive extent.
Imagine never being able to nip to the cornershop on a sunday morning dressed like Coco the Clown after he's rummaged around a car-boot sale in Alperton. Or never being able to swear at a traffic warden (although in no way touch them as that is very much illegal - Section 20 Offences Against the Person Act 1861).
If Frank Skinner were to walk to his cornershop that way attired on a sunday morning, I may well spot him from my bathroom window, as his local cornershop is also my local cornershop. Or to give it it's full name HAVERSTOCK MARKET - Foods - Off-licence - Grocery - Open 7 Days.
Yes, of all the individuals from my list, Frank would have been the easiest to meet since he lives the closest of any them to me, at the end of my road in fact. Unless of course Eddy the Eagle has taken up residence in the library on the corner.
However, that is neither here nor there since in a letter received yesterday from Jon at Avalon Management Group:
"Unfortunately Frank is unable to help you on this occasion but he sends his best wishes......"
Meanwhile, like Kate Moss's boyfriend I'm thinking about starting my own pop-group. I'm calling it Myproject'sa shambles.