...are full of a right load of old pants, aren't they?
I've just been into the new Waterstones in Walton on Thames (somebody has to do it...) and amongst the dire autobiographies of twelve-year old popsters, emetic tomes of sporting icon bottom-kissing, fatuous self-regarding celebrity self-help books and stuff like 'The Little Book of Arson for Taoists', I spotted an entire category entitled 'Painful Lives'.
Painful Lives????!!!!
I mean, have we reached the nadir of prurient suffering by proxy? Is it just me, or is this kind of thing now over the limit of taste?
Painful Lives. Not half as painful as that of the MD of Waterstones will be when I shove The Mammoth Book of Mastodons sideways up his >deleted on legal advice<.
Sorry to moan on Mike's Q&A...
Have you ever felt like torching a well-known book-chain, Mr Moorcock?
I know I have.
Humbug.
Baaa!
I've just been into the new Waterstones in Walton on Thames (somebody has to do it...) and amongst the dire autobiographies of twelve-year old popsters, emetic tomes of sporting icon bottom-kissing, fatuous self-regarding celebrity self-help books and stuff like 'The Little Book of Arson for Taoists', I spotted an entire category entitled 'Painful Lives'.
Painful Lives????!!!!
I mean, have we reached the nadir of prurient suffering by proxy? Is it just me, or is this kind of thing now over the limit of taste?
Painful Lives. Not half as painful as that of the MD of Waterstones will be when I shove The Mammoth Book of Mastodons sideways up his >deleted on legal advice<.
Sorry to moan on Mike's Q&A...
Have you ever felt like torching a well-known book-chain, Mr Moorcock?
I know I have.
Humbug.
Baaa!
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