All of us grow up in particular realities - a home family a clan a small town a neighborhood. Depending upon how we're brought up we are either deeply aware of the particular reading of reality into which we are born or we are peripherally aware of it.
In the sixties everyone you knew became famous. My flatmate was Terence Stamp. My barber was Vidal Sassoon. David Hockney did the menu in a restaurant I went to. I didn't know anyone unknown who didn't become famous.
