John Peel has just died , Keith Moon has been dead for ages and Bruce Reynolds has just been born - now there’s a total chronological jumble - 1980 , 2004 and 1931 , all in one - yes that’s right - its my recent literature triumphs – yet again :).
I never usually pick a book up after 7.30 am , and thus tend to get to work at least an hour and a quarter early , so I can sit and wade through the various books , purloined from our local library , and how all this stuff fits in my bag I’ll never know :)
Bruce Reynolds – offering - is subtitled The Autobiography of a Thief , and of course – him - being the brains behind the great train robbery of the 1960’s - it all seems rather fitting., but like most famous events - that has been documented beyond belief and what I find most fascinating is peoples ordinary lives , which probably stems as you all know , from my own love of social history.
In the good old days - history was always written by the conquerors , and more recently by politicians and the rich and famous , but the advent of the ‘net , it means you can peer in to someone’s life almost anytime of the day and night.
This like most things is a double edged sword., as I read recently that actor Stephen Fry has “spat the dummy out” , simply because people were taking the piss out of his Twitter entries., but then again - Stephen gleefully announcing to the world every time he goes to the toilet will unfortunately put him straight in to the firing line , and no amount of actatorial * - strops will ever remove him from that :).
( * not in the Oxford English Dictionary - so don’t even look , but I reckon it means ………to behave like an actor - unknowingly paradorying yourself )
The old adage - if you court publicity , don’t be surprised when publicity turns around and bites you – hard - applies here , and I’m definitely not in the camp of the even older adage – all publicity is good publicity , as all the winners of the recent £90 million lottery winners seem to have done !!!.
This has now got me questioning why I am writing this , and guess what I’ve got absolutely no f**king idea , although on second thoughts its probably
……. “just to see if I can do it “ ……. knowing me :).
I’m sure I’ll run out of claptrap ideas one day and my “literary career “ :) will pass , as I find something else to do in my lunchtime ………
……”hey - I went to the toilet last night and guess what ……..”
……..continues on Twitter …..:)
