When Miranduuhhhh and Whorelando were in Australia a few weeks ago they flew into and then out of Brisbane airport using the domestic terminal. They were accosted by the pesky Oz paparazzi on both occasions. They’re like pit bulls, those Oz papps. Every bloody where, snapping at peoples heels, chasing people for that elusive papp shot.
Poor Randy and Landy. They didn’t get any privacy on their romantic Valentine’s vacation. Hell, the bloody papps were even hanging out at the domestic airports all around the country. Because, you know, superstars go through the airports ALL the time. God forbid that the Daily Telegraph or New Idea Magazine should miss out on that hot photo of Tahyna Tozzi or Lyndsey Rodrigues or Kyle Sandilands.
So when I arrived at Brisbane airport’s domestic terminal last Saturday en route to the Pacific Sun cruise liner, I expected the airport to be absolutely crawling with media. Especially knowing that I was on an incoming flight. I mean, I’m famous, you know? Of course I am! I just won an award for Best Foreign Language Work of Fiction. You can’t get much more famous than that!
But there was nothing. No one screaming my name. No one begging me for a photo. Not one fan wanting my autograph or to have their picture taken with me. Not even one measly, photographer.
Then it struck me. The answer, I mean. The answer to why I hadn’t been mobbed at Brisbane airport.
I hadn’t called ahead to advise the media of my appearance. Shit, I think I need a publicist. I wonder if Carrlliii is available?
A week later, at the end of my vacation, I checked in at Brisbane airport for my flight home. While I was waiting to be called for boarding I walked the entire length of the domestic terminal. Still nothing. Not one card carrying member of the media. Not one non card carrying member of the media either, for that matter.
But even if they had been there, they wouldn’t have recognised me on my return. They’d have been expecting curls. Not glossy and straight. And even though the media wasn’t at the airport awaiting my arrival, I did find a far more exciting photo opportunity which I just couldn’t pass up.
Filed under: Celebretards, Holidays, I Hate the DingHO, Orlando
Joders! You’re back! How was the cruise? You look so rested.
But seriously…not one single pap? Was it a national holiday or something? That must have been it.
Welcome back , Joders! I wish I had that well-rested glow about me.
You look so pretty, Joders! Can’t wait to hear about your cruise.
Sadly girls, the well rested glow has gone already. I’m back to work tomorrow. Damn!
Nope Wanda, not one single pap. Can you believe it? What am I doing wrong? Oh yeah! That’s it. I’m a smart, kind, decent human being with morals and ethics. Phew, almost forgot for a minute.
Awww, thanks Anners. You’re sweet!
The cruise was good. I’d go on another. There will probably be a post on the weekend when I’ve got some more time to think about it.