Ahh, enjoy it while it lasts... Before the sad inevitable decline into cocaine and alcohol addiction sets in. The media frenzy over your increasingly erratic behaviour during interviews and film premiers. The ex with a fuzzy sex-tape that he's sold to the Daily Star shows up. Asda sending you off to some pricy rehab clinic like a disgraced daughter. You coming out redeemed. Then being forgotten as you descend into boring middle age. Only to be ressurected desperate to cling to whatever tattered faded memories of your former glory remain in the publics goldfish mind a la "I used to be a celebrity, please humiliate me on TV!". Then you can can become a recluse, and raise llamas and write crap childrens stories for a while. Before finally dying in 'mysterious circmstances' at your country estate in Kent.