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Mark Ronson’s Celebrity Squares ::

Reported by Olly @ Trackitdown on October 12, 2007

Friend of the stars house producer Mark Ronson said he’d be willing to accept 10% more fame in return for selling 200,000 units, this week though blasted the celebrity lifestyles of his recent collaborators Lillie Allen and Amy Winehouse.

“I went out with Amy the night after the Brit Awards and there were 30 photographers walking backwards at the same pace as her in order to take pictures. And one of them's going, 'Amy! Amy! Look over here, you fucking cunt!” Ronson told the Guardian.

“He's apparently some famous paparazzi guy and that's his gimmick: to get people to look at him, he calls them a fucking cunt,” he revealed.

The Brit born New York superstar DJ, meanwhile, popped up on Page 3 of British tabloid the Metro this week, after he was accused of dumping Amy Winehouse’s Q Award in the toilet of a pub bar. Metro quoted rumours that Ricky Gervais was the last person seen with the trophy which Ronson had collected for the much troubled diva, earlier that night.

In more fame news, Felix Da Housecat chatted about the lifestyle changes the crossover success of his poking-fun-at-celebrities electroclash album Kittenz and the Glitz brought him, this week, which ironically found him hanging out in the same scenes he once critiqued.

“Puffy was calling, Marilyn Manson and all these people wanted to party and hang out and meet me and it was all these cool cats,” he told One Week To Live.

“They were living what we were making fun of,” he added, “They were all like, ‘Yeaahh, that’s us’. I was like, ‘this is nuts’. I was partying so hard. I thought I was bulletproof. I thought I was Superman,” said Felix.

Chatting to Skrufff several years ago, P Diddy consort Erick Morillo similarly admitted finding fame addictive, though suggested celebrities have some degree of control over the level of attention they attract.

“Just ask Posh Spice. She’s bitching and complaining about this and that, and getting kidnapped… just stay out of the limelight, move somewhere else and get the hell out,” Erick advised.

 “Fame is addictive; I’m the first one to admit it. I love it, but I’m happy that at least I get to fly under the radar. I might enjoy it within my circle, but at least I can walk down the street without being bothered by the paparazzi,” he said. (‘Narcissists are obsessed with fantasies of unlimited success, fame, fearsome power or omnipotence, unequalled brilliance (the cerebral narcissist), bodily beauty or sexual performance (the somatic narcissist), or ideal, everlasting, all-conquering love or passion. They are firmly convinced that he or she is unique and, being special, can only be understood by, should only be treated by, or associate with, other special or unique, or high-status people (or institutions . .’).  (He grades activities, hobbies and people not according to the pleasure that they give him – but according to their utility: can they or can't they make him known and, if so, to what extent. The narcissist is one-track minded (not to say obsessive). His is a world of black (being unknown and deprived of attention) and white (being famous and celebrated) . . .’)


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