A Quote by Mel Giedroyc

Nobody likes a presenter melting in a self-indulgent puddle of tears. — © Mel Giedroyc
Nobody likes a presenter melting in a self-indulgent puddle of tears.
I bristle at the implication that only with the help of a Big Six editor does a novel lose its self-indulgent aspects. Before the advent of self-publishing, there were plenty of self-indulgent novels on the shelves.
Canadians and Americans may look alike, but the contents of their heads are quite different. Americans experience themselves, individually, as small toads in the biggest and most powerful puddle in the world. Their sense of power comes from identifying with the puddle. Canadians as individuals may have more power within the puddle, since there are fewer toads in it; it's the puddle that's seen as powerless.
I have a horror of being self-indulgent and wasting time, and there is that risk in doing this kind of work. Are you totally deluded in sitting down at a desk every day and trying to write something? Is it self-indulgent, or might it possibly lead to something worthwhile? At a certain point I decided to keep on because I felt like the work was getting better, and I was taking great pleasure in that.
Everybody likes to get as much power as circumstances allow, and nobody will vote for a self-denying ordinance.
Fearful of sentimentality, I disown my tears and melting heart.
I think everybody likes a person that stands up for themselves. Nobody likes a punk or a coward.
People think it's suspect and self-indulgent to make art, and I don't think that's true. Some people think you should be busy making something that you can sell in the marketplace, and if nobody wants to buy it, it must be crap. And that's not true.
It seems like the first law of Nature is that everybody likes to receive things, but nobody likes to feel grateful.
Never forget that the subject is as important as your feeling; the mud puddle itself is as important as your pleasure in looking at it or splashing through it. Never let the mud puddle get lost in the poetry-because, in many ways, the mud puddle is the poetry.
I think, oddly, that the world of the amateur is quite self-contained, and it depends on "likes" from other amateurs to perpetuate itself. Of course an awful lot of my colleagues are involved with Instagram - they get likes and dislikes, maybe just likes, I don't know - but I think that it's far less self-contained, the world I work in. It goes off in different directions, and is dependent on responses different from a tick or a like or whatever.
Tears shed for self are tears of weakness, but tears shed for others are a sign of strength.
I believe tears are holy, because they show us that the ice of our heart is melting.
It doesn't annoy me but I think of myself as a presenter who is gay, rather than a gay presenter. It's a subtle distinction, but that's how I view it.
At the risk of saying you should make a self-indulgent film for your first movie: you should make a self-indulgent film for your first movie.
A song nobody likes is a sad thing. But a love song nobody likes is hardly a thing at all.
All autobiography is self-indulgent.
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