Celebrities are great.
Every moment of their lives is a party. They don’t share the same miserable experience that you do every day – beavering away in a cramped little office, stopping only to sigh with despair and Google-search ‘painless suicide methods.’
No – for them everything is wonderful.
Even if they’re not real. Just ask Mick Jagger – or rather whoever the bloody hell has been impersonating him in New York these past few days.
Presumably the spitting image of the Rolling Stones (CDs) frontman – i.e a gangly non-dancer with a face like a bag of wine gums exposed to high G-force – the imposter stormed into an NYC club, gaggle of giggling beauties in tow, demanding Withnail-style to be granted access to the finest wines known to humanity.
Later in the evening, cheeky old FakeMick then sauntered into the ladies toilets where – according to reports – he spent "10 minutes with a bunch of groupies". News which all came as a surprise to the real Mick Jagger – who wasn’t even in the city at the time.
hecklerspray, however, has no choice but to empathise with the mystery protagonist of this strange little story. Being a celebrity doppelganger can truly be a double-edged sword.
If we get mistaken for Brad Pitt one more time …
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‘Mick Jagger’ stuns nightclub staff – Yahoo
[story by C J Davies]
