Years ago I was hired to photograph an opening at the Photographer’s Gallery for the Observer newspaper. Several celebrities were there. Normally I don’t do that kind of photography ‘papping’, but I was trying to get a foot in the door at the Observer.
“Aren’t you a member of the aristocracy or something? Is that how you got work at the Observer?” He replied, with an arched brow: “Why, aren’t you a believer in our great meritocracy?”(2)”No, I’m not” I snorted.
“Do you think you lose friends because you are blunt and say what you think?” I began.”Well, like many men, I have difficulty distinguishing between appropriate and non-appropriate behaviour. Fortunately I’m now married, and my wife gives me good advice, telling me “NO, you can’t say that”.”I continued: “Well I’ve noticed on Facebook you have tons of friends. In fact, one could say that you are a bit of a Facebook slut.” (At this the interviewer and the audience titter).Toby:”Well, it’s the only circle that I’m accepted into. Actually Watchdog have done a report on this. They created a fake profile and asked to be my friend. I accepted. Then Watchdog called me saying that anyone could have found out all kinds of details about my private life and then committed financial fraud using those details. I pointed out that as I’ve written two volumes of autobiography that my private life isn’t exactly a secret.”
“Oh, er, how are you?” he said politely. But he looked flustered and tried to avoid my gaze. I then said, thinking that perhaps he was a bit freaked out by the interview: “You did really well up there. Great interview. Well done”. “Er yes” he said a bit oddly.