Ebeneezer Goode

Fame has always been accompanied by consequence. It’s a good bet that, at some point in proceeding up the ladder of perceived success, someone’s gonna pop up who you wish had vanished along the way. I’ve had a few of these in the last few years, and there are a couple more that sit just beyond my eyeline, reminding me that virtuous now is never really ever going to cancel out stupidity back then.

It is a good way to balance the scales, when all is said and done. If you’re lucky enough to have never fucked up before, of course, none of this really matters. However, I do occasionally think that those people who never ever get cross or angry might yet be a ticking bomb, ready to blow at any moment… and then realise that given half a chance, that would be me. All I want right now, tbh, is a quiet life.

I take making this happen quite seriously.


You can work out who is going to be trouble by paying attention, something that a lot of people really don’t do nearly as much as should be the case. Interactions are also a good indicator of the people who do in fact care and those who are just stringing you along for exposure. It happens more and more; as I venture into the Lands of Instagram, it is only going to get worse. Doing your homework’s quite a good idea.

Of course, you reach a certain level of perceived fame yourself and it becomes impossible to keep track on everyone. It’s why setting a finite follow count becomes absolutely vital: this is not just about acknowledging every new person who turns up. I can’t control everything around me, but a certain level of curating really does need to happen. It gives both comfort and reassurance.

That control ultimately goes both ways.


I can, at times, be excruciatingly needy. It is a terrible character fault and one that is being worked on very actively this year to improve. I’m also almost unnecessarily verbose on Twitter, but that one doesn’t get fixed any time soon. If  too much noise is made in your timeline, you’ll already have me muted. If you unfollow me however, I get the message. 

Time to move on.

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