The Terrors of Fame
By Zef Hemel
- 2 minutes read - 237 wordsAs one of Irelandâs celebrities, life is getting harder and harder for me. Fans everywhere, calls from people that donât say anything, and I wonât even start about the members of fan clubs trying to ask me questions while I walk to Trinity or to the store, leeches I call them.
This morning as I walked to Trinity there were three more leeches on the way. All members of Unizef. I did what I always do, just pretend I donât see or hear them, even though their jackets are very clear about their obsession.
Yesterday, however, I found something more disturbing. It turns out some musician called âDidier Malherbeâ has released an album about me, a few years ago already.
Even though it is called âZeffâ, itâs pretty obvious who it is about. The additional âfâ just gives him the opportunity to deny everything. This guy is crazy. I know Iâm hard to resist, but this⌠look at the first seven track names:
- Zeff dance
- Zeff Waves
- drole de Zeff
- Zeff over the dunes
- Zeff up
- Zeffing away
- Zeff in the box
Itâs sick, Iâm even a verb! Donât believe the CD exists? Look at iTunes Music Store, look here, theyâre selling it!
Itâs getting worse and worse. In Latvia they even have candy named after me (Zefirs):
Believe me, fame is not all they make you believe it is.
Having said that, anyone want my autograph?