The last time I spoke to James Mason
We were both throwing up in one basin.
I think it was him
’Cos I said, ‘Awright, Jim?’
And he answered, ‘Whatever you say, son.’

In this final ‘I think it was him‘ case-study we do at least have some hint of confirmation from the actor himself – though the background to the particular encounter is left to the inferential skills of the reader. Crucially, though, the past week’s program at My Dog Errol has offered us a handle on the way celebrity capitalism tampers with the already-shaky sense of personal identity with which the last century has saddled our culture.