Reading through an old piece written by our lord and savior Jeremy Clarkson, I stumbled upon a great piece of wisdom I felt worth sharing.
He begins by mentioning the various luxuries afforded to him through his work and how for better or worse, he was somewhat coerced into telling a fib.
And then you come home to tailor a story that perfectly meets the needs of the public relations department that funded it.
Jeremy Clarkson – 1999
Even though he disliked certain features he felt compelled to say he liked them.
We would all like to think of ourselves as above such behavior.
Not me.
Nor I.
We say to ourselves.
Who among us really has no price?
At what cost will you give up all you cherish?
Remember looking at why JC had to fib? Here’s more….
For sure, you dislike the new ‘xyz’ but what the hell. Say it’s fabulous and you’re sure to be invited on the next exotic press launch.
Jeremy Clarkson – 1999
In these modern times you can tailor your fame such that when, or if, you ever meet fans it will be more on less on your accord. Such was not the case for old JC.
And so what if some poor sucker reads what you say and buys this hateful car? You’re never going to meet him because by then, you’ll be on another press launch, in Africa maybe….
Jeremy Clarkson – 1999
So he had to mind his words more carefully. Though this should not be your motivation.
I used to live like this, and it was great. But sadly, when I climbed into Top Gear, I had to climb off the gravy train. This is because, all of a sudden, people in petrol station forecourts and in supermarket checkout queues started to recognize me. These people had bought a car because I’d said they’d like it. And they didn’t like it because it kept breaking down. So now, they were going to fill my trousers with four star. And set me alight.
Jeremy Clarkson – 1999
Try not to sell out, not because someone may set you alight. But because you have integrity in your assertions.
Necrodipshit owt.
THE NECROMANCER 