I suppose it wouldn't blend with the rest of their column if they said
"That nice Paul Clarke is trying his hand at a new skill. We're not sure how he got on, but congratulations for trying. It's beyond us."
The grown-up, unselfish person in me thinks that Paul might be happier if he went back the job he enjoyed and kept a distance from the nasty, shallow show-biz people, but the spoilt brat in me wants to see more of him and hopes he gives a tv career a go.
How double wierd must it be for him at the minute doing his grown-up job part-time. He'll be in the staff canteen and someone will come up waving the picture of him dressed-up as Becks. Or they'll say - ooh, I saw the advert for Alistair McGowan featuring you last night. Worse, he'll be sat eating his lunch and people at the next table will be reading The Bitches, or whoever, starring himself, or Helen, or any of the others.
I bet people keep using the word STUFF in meetings and sniggering! I know I would. You couldn't help it.
