I coulda been a celeb.
No - really. When I was even younger than now I had a fair bit of money, very nice suits, and a stunning girlfriend. This isn't fantasy: read on dear B3tans.
The girlfriend was in medja and I was asked to be a stand in for a last minute no-show on a local radio show - just because I was there at the time. More very trivial stuff follows on - but each with more exposure. A few months later and I'm judging a beauty show. Just because I looked the sort of bloke who should be judging a beauty show and could prattle vacuously to fill in silence.
But I knew I had no real opinions (Young Larry was an empty headed muppet in truth) and I knew I was an utter sham. So I just stopped it all dead. Not once have I regretted that - but I have always been glad it showed me who I was, and who I didn't want to be.
( Larry Vest One day at a time, sweet Jesus, FFS., Mon 8 Feb 2010, 10:24, 3 replies)

What a waste.
You should have milked it for all it's worth.

It's the people who buy the magazines that make them.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 8 Feb 2010, 10:26, closed)

Frankly
If you were a good presenter there are plenty of places where having a personal opinion is not appropriate.
(Not him., Mon 8 Feb 2010, 10:58, closed)

Oh, aye - but I was solid veneer.
If the personal opinion you hold is of yourself - and that being charming but banal isn't enough - you should jack it in.
Sometimes it is enough, in fact, all that is required. And this qotw is packed with examples.
( Larry Vest One day at a time, sweet Jesus, FFS., Mon 8 Feb 2010, 11:20, closed)