Even the successful ones seem to struggle to some extent. There are undeniable advantages, of course, but ultimately it feels like there is always a need for them to escape something almost inescapable before they can feel a sense of achievement.
It’s just a name. And yet… I suspect those sons and daughters of successful, famous people would tell you that they feel like they can never just go carry-on, such is the baggage that comes with having a famous parent.
I watched Hill recently, the new documentary about Damon and the tortuous journey to his F1 World Championship in 1996, and came away feeling that sadly nothing would ever, could ever be quite enough. He would always be shackled to and therefore burdened by his name. The name of his father. The title of the documentary.
