I've heard many an erudite discussion about whether one can possibly listen to Wagner because he was a Nazi anti Semitic wanker. No one seems to mention that the real problem is sitting for hours with a numb bum just waiting for the good bits.
But I do struggle with the problem of enjoying my heroes when they do something I don't like.
I adored Eric Clapton until the 'Enoch was right' speech after which Layla didn't sound quite so sublime.
Brian Ferry (born into a working class Geordie family) became a fox hunting class traitor. Now 'Avalon' and 'Love is the Drug' will never speak to me in the same way. I'm not the only one.
Here's his son Otis who was named after a lift
Why did John Travolta (such an excellent screen actor) have to join the Scientologists?
Carol Vorderman (above) made it OK for girls to be swotty and get their sums right.
Then she went and wore that tarty dress, detoxed herself to a nonentity and advertised anti cholesterol debt consolidation companies on daytime TV.
My all time cricketing hero was Clive Lloyd (Lancashire and West Indies). Watching Clive bat at Old Trafford on a sunny afternoon with a pint of real ale in your hand was heaven on earth.
So imagine how I felt when he turned out to be a Thatcher supporting Tory.
And possibly worst of all - Teddy Sheringham the dimpled football hero had to go and shack up with the awful Danielle Lloyd.
I can't imagine what he saw in her.
Can you ignore the transgressions of your heroes and still enjoy what they do?
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