Are you familiar with Jim'll Paint It? I first learned about it when so many of my Facebook friends had liked it I couldn't ignore it anymore. In fact, just yesterday My Favorite Humanities Simon (MFHS) was wearing a Jim'll Paint It t-shirt.
R. Kelly Andy* found out about my blog and immediately sent me Jim's painting of 'Morrissey Ruins Christmas.' I dig it.
And of course SPM orders the nut roast. I mean, I'll admit I've never eaten a nut roast but it sounds awful. Is it more awful than turkey? I don't know, perhaps. If I'm going to have a Christmas meal I want it to be ham, goddammit! Prime rib is also acceptable but I'm not a fan of turkey.
I also don't like mushrooms, Brussels sprouts, or Yorkshire puddings. Basically I'm not interested in your vegetarian Christmas options!
*Additional Cast Members
Lovely Ros: she's lovely (obviously) and I'm sure she'll turn up in the blog soon enough. In fact, she's already been in it INCOGNITO. We met powerlifting and I basically heart her. She doesn't like animals in clothes. We differ massively on this because of course I love animals in clothes. Especially theme costumes. I'm undecided about dogs with nailpolish.
R. Kelly Andy: I don't actually call him that but I've forced him to love 'Ignition (Remix)' through some kind of musical Stockholm Syndrome. Toot toot!
My Favorite Humanities Simon (MFHS): Simon is my favorite Humanities Simon. There is one other, who I actually like a lot, but MFHS is my favorite.
Friday, 24 January 2014
Sunday, 5 January 2014
Autobiography reviewed by the Daily Mail
Now, The Daily Mail and I are pretty much diametrically opposed in terms of the way we view the world. Their scaremongering bigotry is not really my bag but Big Daddy found a review of Autobiography last night and I had to share it. I think it's spot-on but can't figure out why the reviewer gave it two stars (out of five) instead of one.
This charmless man.
My favorite bit:
Though he can’t stop ranting against Mrs Thatcher (‘Dispassionate and obviously mad... a swamp of tormented revenge’ etc, etc), his admittance to Penguin Classics represents the triumph of Thatcherism, proof positive that there is now no citadel immune to the demands of commerce.
There's the odd sentence with which I disagree but, mostly, I could've written this review. I would have liked to have found another publisher, though.
This charmless man.
My favorite bit:
Though he can’t stop ranting against Mrs Thatcher (‘Dispassionate and obviously mad... a swamp of tormented revenge’ etc, etc), his admittance to Penguin Classics represents the triumph of Thatcherism, proof positive that there is now no citadel immune to the demands of commerce.
There's the odd sentence with which I disagree but, mostly, I could've written this review. I would have liked to have found another publisher, though.
Saturday, 4 January 2014
Perspective: Morrissey doesn't have it
Shout out to one of my favorite bloggers for tweeting this today.
Morrissey: 'I See No Difference Between Eating Animals and Pedophilia'
Yes, you read that right. Morrissey thinks the sexual abuse of children is the same as, you know, the food chain. Sure, the source is Buzzfeed so take it with a grain of salt, but it tallies with basically everything else he says.
He also says, 'If you believe in the abattoir then you would support Auschwitz. There’s no difference.'
No difference.
Jok and I discussed this kind of talk quite recently (I can't remember how it came up but all our conversations are pretty good) and he said, 'people like this don't love animals, they hate people.' He's right, yo! I mean, it would tally with my understanding of (the public persona) of SPM. Misanthropy is peppered throughout his music.
So I read choice bits of this article to Big Daddy and he said, 'what a fucker. I'm going to have to give this book back to Clint because I'm never going to fucking finish it.'
I said, 'yeah, from his interviews it seems Morrissey is pretty much just a racist fuckbag.'
Big Daddy came to SPM's defense (I think this was a desire for a fair and just analysis of the situation and I can totally roll with that) and said, 'there is nothing in this article to suggest he's a racist.'
'No, but the fact he's referred to the Chinese as a subspecies makes it pretty clear.'
TOUCHE, MOTHERFUCKER!
So here's the thing about society I really don't get. It'll start with a digression but I'll get there, I'm sure (I promise?). When I was, like, 10-14 I was mega obsessed with a few different things. One of them was The Phantom of the Opera (Lloyd-Webber REPRESENT! I was totally going to marry Robert Guillaume who played the Phantom the first time I saw it. Whatever, it could still happen.) and then I grew out of that and moved on to hair metal. I mean, shit, Poison were the best band ever.
Digression digression: I still love a lot of the music I loved at this time but Poison, alas, haven't stood up very well at all. Guns N' Roses and Motley Crue, though, are fucking amazing even now. I listen to them all the time.
I remember watching some show on MTV about a girl who was crazy obsessed with NKOTB and there's an interview with her where she says she'd take a bullet for Joe McIntyre. The interviewer (who I think might have been Kurt Loder) is confounded by her insistence she would die to protect Joey-Joe because she loves him that much. I felt that way about Poison.
So I think this kind of thing is totally normal. This all encompassing love of <insert famous person/band/book series> that is, looking back, supremely unhealthy and hysterically ridiculous. What's also normal is growing out of it.
What I see a lot is the internet (things like Twitter seems to be a major one for this) allows these teens in the midst of their obsession a totally new level of access to their celebrity crushes. It also allows them to connect with other people at the same level of obsession. I think this is neat in some ways (man, I had one other friend who loved Poison and it would have been immense to have a network of hair metal lovers especially since Grunge came in and ruined the party just as I was really getting into music) and really damaging in others. I am seeing a lot of normalization of behavior that isn't healthy. The group mentality seems to make people think their behavior is normal, sane and acceptable for way longer than, er, 'normal'. Some of it is normal but a lot of it isn't. It also seems to last longer than it should. It's almost as if groups of people remain in this stage of obsession because everyone around them is in the same place and says it's OK.
Now, I'm not a doctor and I am fully aware that my anecdotal experience is just that. I may only see the most obsessive of fans. I honestly don't know! The whole thing strikes me as concerning.
Note: I use the term 'teens' and 'celebrity crushes' because they're easier. I am fully aware that not all people like this are teenagers and it's not necessarily a celebrity they're crushing on/obsessed with. Book fandoms (e.g. Twilight, The Mortal Instruments, Harry Potter) often show really good examples of this kind of behavior. I know I'm generalizing here. It's easier for the point I'm trying to make. I also know that there is a spectrum of fandom. Believe me, I know. I also know 'normal' is subjective and a terrible word to use here. I was stumped for a better one.
I have also noticed that (and this is not just amongst teens) people really struggle to separate the person from the art. I don't have an issue doing this. Sure, I want the artists I love to be as awesome as their work but they are human and flawed and some of them are super shitbags. Some people are just super shitbags. Roman Polanski is one of my favorite movie directors but the man? Ugh. Flawed is too nice a term, I think. Is my favorite song R. Kelly's 'Ignition (Remix)'? Um, yes! Would I want to know him? No, not at all. The accusations against him horrify me and there are so many of them.
I recently saw a discussion on the ol' Facebook about this very thing. I have a lovely friend who can't separate the person from their work (this is an oversimplification). She and I have discussed this at length and while I can understand her position I don't share it. But the ol' FB discussion brought up something with which I heartily disagree. I'm paraphrasing here but it was, 'their flawed nature may be why they make great art.' To which I say, 'fucking bullshit. You're just romanticizing them and doing a disservice to their victims by making their flaws OK because it might make them great artists.' I mean, that's a gross and scary way to talk about someone who (in this particular instance) was accused of multiple counts of statutory rape.
Anyway, SPM is an especially interesting one to me. His music has touched a massively diverse population of people so deeply that I completely understand why people hold his work up as this crucial element of their survival. I know what it's like to have a song save your life. Shit, Indeep sang a song about it! His lyrics are so goddamn poignant and Johnny Marr's guitar playing just elevates it to the point where it's like shakubuku. You hear the wail of the guitar in 'How Soon is Now?' and you know SPM gets it. This particular song was used to great effect in The Wedding Singer.
So his fans, who have felt isolated and alone at some point in their lives (I am comfortable with this statement because his fans are all human beings and everyone has felt this way, some more than others) have found in SPM a kindred spirit. Someone who says it better than they ever could. And it's not just that they love the music, SPM touches on some of the hardest emotional shit there is. He does it in a way that is both funny and incredibly bittersweet. This creates an intense, emotional connection. Who knows better than SPM about not wanting to be alone anymore?
Note: That clip is such a good use of the song. Seriously, the music in that whole movie is fantastic. The movie is fantastic.
But this intense love of SPM (because of the aforementioned emotional connection) means people want him to be perfect. I suspect (and I'm just going with a little armchair psychology here) it's because, maybe, when someone knows how you feel maybe even better than you do, they are just like you! And who wants to be someone who compares the Holocaust to an abbatoir or pedophilia to eating meat? Not many.
Anyway, this is the weird cognitive dissonance I've seen with SPM's fans. Defending the indefensible (I see this with fans of football teams and players, too). It makes me sad because I wish for everyone to be comfortable with loving the art but not liking the artist. There's no way you can really slice it: if you think eating meat is the same thing as pedophilia then that is super fucked up and disturbing. I won't even go into how it belittles survivors of abuse. Just, ew. EW.
Maybe I'll get Jok to try reading Autobiography. He tried but hated it. PERHAPS HE SHOULD TRY AGAIN.
Morrissey: 'I See No Difference Between Eating Animals and Pedophilia'
Yes, you read that right. Morrissey thinks the sexual abuse of children is the same as, you know, the food chain. Sure, the source is Buzzfeed so take it with a grain of salt, but it tallies with basically everything else he says.
He also says, 'If you believe in the abattoir then you would support Auschwitz. There’s no difference.'
No difference.
Jok and I discussed this kind of talk quite recently (I can't remember how it came up but all our conversations are pretty good) and he said, 'people like this don't love animals, they hate people.' He's right, yo! I mean, it would tally with my understanding of (the public persona) of SPM. Misanthropy is peppered throughout his music.
Did I ever tell you by the way? I never did like your face
So I read choice bits of this article to Big Daddy and he said, 'what a fucker. I'm going to have to give this book back to Clint because I'm never going to fucking finish it.'
I said, 'yeah, from his interviews it seems Morrissey is pretty much just a racist fuckbag.'
Big Daddy came to SPM's defense (I think this was a desire for a fair and just analysis of the situation and I can totally roll with that) and said, 'there is nothing in this article to suggest he's a racist.'
'No, but the fact he's referred to the Chinese as a subspecies makes it pretty clear.'
TOUCHE, MOTHERFUCKER!
So here's the thing about society I really don't get. It'll start with a digression but I'll get there, I'm sure (I promise?). When I was, like, 10-14 I was mega obsessed with a few different things. One of them was The Phantom of the Opera (Lloyd-Webber REPRESENT! I was totally going to marry Robert Guillaume who played the Phantom the first time I saw it. Whatever, it could still happen.) and then I grew out of that and moved on to hair metal. I mean, shit, Poison were the best band ever.
Digression digression: I still love a lot of the music I loved at this time but Poison, alas, haven't stood up very well at all. Guns N' Roses and Motley Crue, though, are fucking amazing even now. I listen to them all the time.
I remember watching some show on MTV about a girl who was crazy obsessed with NKOTB and there's an interview with her where she says she'd take a bullet for Joe McIntyre. The interviewer (who I think might have been Kurt Loder) is confounded by her insistence she would die to protect Joey-Joe because she loves him that much. I felt that way about Poison.
So I think this kind of thing is totally normal. This all encompassing love of <insert famous person/band/book series> that is, looking back, supremely unhealthy and hysterically ridiculous. What's also normal is growing out of it.
What I see a lot is the internet (things like Twitter seems to be a major one for this) allows these teens in the midst of their obsession a totally new level of access to their celebrity crushes. It also allows them to connect with other people at the same level of obsession. I think this is neat in some ways (man, I had one other friend who loved Poison and it would have been immense to have a network of hair metal lovers especially since Grunge came in and ruined the party just as I was really getting into music) and really damaging in others. I am seeing a lot of normalization of behavior that isn't healthy. The group mentality seems to make people think their behavior is normal, sane and acceptable for way longer than, er, 'normal'. Some of it is normal but a lot of it isn't. It also seems to last longer than it should. It's almost as if groups of people remain in this stage of obsession because everyone around them is in the same place and says it's OK.
Now, I'm not a doctor and I am fully aware that my anecdotal experience is just that. I may only see the most obsessive of fans. I honestly don't know! The whole thing strikes me as concerning.
Note: I use the term 'teens' and 'celebrity crushes' because they're easier. I am fully aware that not all people like this are teenagers and it's not necessarily a celebrity they're crushing on/obsessed with. Book fandoms (e.g. Twilight, The Mortal Instruments, Harry Potter) often show really good examples of this kind of behavior. I know I'm generalizing here. It's easier for the point I'm trying to make. I also know that there is a spectrum of fandom. Believe me, I know. I also know 'normal' is subjective and a terrible word to use here. I was stumped for a better one.
I have also noticed that (and this is not just amongst teens) people really struggle to separate the person from the art. I don't have an issue doing this. Sure, I want the artists I love to be as awesome as their work but they are human and flawed and some of them are super shitbags. Some people are just super shitbags. Roman Polanski is one of my favorite movie directors but the man? Ugh. Flawed is too nice a term, I think. Is my favorite song R. Kelly's 'Ignition (Remix)'? Um, yes! Would I want to know him? No, not at all. The accusations against him horrify me and there are so many of them.
I recently saw a discussion on the ol' Facebook about this very thing. I have a lovely friend who can't separate the person from their work (this is an oversimplification). She and I have discussed this at length and while I can understand her position I don't share it. But the ol' FB discussion brought up something with which I heartily disagree. I'm paraphrasing here but it was, 'their flawed nature may be why they make great art.' To which I say, 'fucking bullshit. You're just romanticizing them and doing a disservice to their victims by making their flaws OK because it might make them great artists.' I mean, that's a gross and scary way to talk about someone who (in this particular instance) was accused of multiple counts of statutory rape.
Anyway, SPM is an especially interesting one to me. His music has touched a massively diverse population of people so deeply that I completely understand why people hold his work up as this crucial element of their survival. I know what it's like to have a song save your life. Shit, Indeep sang a song about it! His lyrics are so goddamn poignant and Johnny Marr's guitar playing just elevates it to the point where it's like shakubuku. You hear the wail of the guitar in 'How Soon is Now?' and you know SPM gets it. This particular song was used to great effect in The Wedding Singer.
So his fans, who have felt isolated and alone at some point in their lives (I am comfortable with this statement because his fans are all human beings and everyone has felt this way, some more than others) have found in SPM a kindred spirit. Someone who says it better than they ever could. And it's not just that they love the music, SPM touches on some of the hardest emotional shit there is. He does it in a way that is both funny and incredibly bittersweet. This creates an intense, emotional connection. Who knows better than SPM about not wanting to be alone anymore?
Note: That clip is such a good use of the song. Seriously, the music in that whole movie is fantastic. The movie is fantastic.
But this intense love of SPM (because of the aforementioned emotional connection) means people want him to be perfect. I suspect (and I'm just going with a little armchair psychology here) it's because, maybe, when someone knows how you feel maybe even better than you do, they are just like you! And who wants to be someone who compares the Holocaust to an abbatoir or pedophilia to eating meat? Not many.
Anyway, this is the weird cognitive dissonance I've seen with SPM's fans. Defending the indefensible (I see this with fans of football teams and players, too). It makes me sad because I wish for everyone to be comfortable with loving the art but not liking the artist. There's no way you can really slice it: if you think eating meat is the same thing as pedophilia then that is super fucked up and disturbing. I won't even go into how it belittles survivors of abuse. Just, ew. EW.
Maybe I'll get Jok to try reading Autobiography. He tried but hated it. PERHAPS HE SHOULD TRY AGAIN.
Tuesday, 24 December 2013
Sunday, 8 December 2013
Quitters never win
Big Daddy has given up on Autobiography. He had two more pretty good ejaculations (tee hee!) over SPM's writing but then he just ... quit. There was no big pronouncement he just sort of let the book fall by the wayside, like I've done with The Master and Margarita. The difference is, of course, I'm really enjoying The Master and Margarita but got distracted by life (and the literally seven other books I'm reading) whereas Big Daddy just hated SPM too much to keep going.
The best complaint came when Big Daddy and I were reading in bed. I don't know what I was reading, it could have been any of the aforementioned eight books. Big Daddy said, 'ugh, twat.'
'What's he done now?' I asked.
'Oh, for fuck's sake. He's complaining about how no one would give him a job.'
I laughed and Big Daddy read a passage from Autobiography where SPM laments the fact he couldn't get hired at Target while in America, even though their only requirement for employing someone is they had one working eye.
What a cock, guys. I can't even get behind this snobbery and I'm the biggest snob ever. Or second biggest, apparently. I pointed out that if all these places that would hire anyone still wouldn't hire SPM maybe he was the fucking problem. I mean, Jesus: I wouldn't hire him, either, with an attitude like that.
So I'm not sure if I'll continue the blog for much longer. I have a few things I want to discuss (like SPM's fans and how they conveniently ignore his crazy bigotry and that SPM/Diana conspiracy - I still don't know what that's about) but beyond that? I'm not sure. Let's face it, I am pretty hilarious but blogging is shouting into the void. We'll see. I'm sure next time SPM goes on tour or releases a new album I'll have something to write about.
And just in case you're wondering, the books in my list are:
The Sewing Circle: Hollywood's Greatest Secret - Female Stars Who Loved Other Women
Grade so far: C Too much focus on Garbo.
Breakfast at Tiffany's and another collection of Truman Capote short stories. I've not started these yet but I better get a move on. They're due back at the library soon (or are overdue).
The House of Leaves
Grade so far: A It's a lot of work so I've set it aside until I have nothing else to read
The Secret Race
Grade so far: B+ I love scandal so this is ace. Plus, Lance Armstrong seems like a dick. I like reading a book that supports my assumption.
The Master and Margarita
Grade so far: A I'm not sure why I haven't torn through this one.
And two other books I actually can't remember. Oh. one of them is The Secret History and I'm not sure about it. Obviously I don't think that much of it if I can't even remember I'm reading it.
The other is The Virgin Suicides which is obviously excellent because it's by Jeffrey Eugenides.
I'll be OK if I don't decide I need to re-read Dune.
The best complaint came when Big Daddy and I were reading in bed. I don't know what I was reading, it could have been any of the aforementioned eight books. Big Daddy said, 'ugh, twat.'
'What's he done now?' I asked.
'Oh, for fuck's sake. He's complaining about how no one would give him a job.'
I laughed and Big Daddy read a passage from Autobiography where SPM laments the fact he couldn't get hired at Target while in America, even though their only requirement for employing someone is they had one working eye.
What a cock, guys. I can't even get behind this snobbery and I'm the biggest snob ever. Or second biggest, apparently. I pointed out that if all these places that would hire anyone still wouldn't hire SPM maybe he was the fucking problem. I mean, Jesus: I wouldn't hire him, either, with an attitude like that.
So I'm not sure if I'll continue the blog for much longer. I have a few things I want to discuss (like SPM's fans and how they conveniently ignore his crazy bigotry and that SPM/Diana conspiracy - I still don't know what that's about) but beyond that? I'm not sure. Let's face it, I am pretty hilarious but blogging is shouting into the void. We'll see. I'm sure next time SPM goes on tour or releases a new album I'll have something to write about.
And just in case you're wondering, the books in my list are:
The Sewing Circle: Hollywood's Greatest Secret - Female Stars Who Loved Other Women
Grade so far: C Too much focus on Garbo.
Breakfast at Tiffany's and another collection of Truman Capote short stories. I've not started these yet but I better get a move on. They're due back at the library soon (or are overdue).
The House of Leaves
Grade so far: A It's a lot of work so I've set it aside until I have nothing else to read
The Secret Race
Grade so far: B+ I love scandal so this is ace. Plus, Lance Armstrong seems like a dick. I like reading a book that supports my assumption.
The Master and Margarita
Grade so far: A I'm not sure why I haven't torn through this one.
And two other books I actually can't remember. Oh. one of them is The Secret History and I'm not sure about it. Obviously I don't think that much of it if I can't even remember I'm reading it.
The other is The Virgin Suicides which is obviously excellent because it's by Jeffrey Eugenides.
I'll be OK if I don't decide I need to re-read Dune.
Wednesday, 20 November 2013
Interim updates
I have some things to report but Big Daddy has basically given up. I'm so sad about this. Jok will probably have to take up the mantle of SPMrage.
But before I actually report the things I have to report I have some neat links:
This.
And this.
I also have a post brewing about SPM's fans. The cognitive dissonance is sometimes staggering (and amusing).
After posting this all I want to do is listen to 'How Soon Is Now?' so I think I'll do just that.
But before I actually report the things I have to report I have some neat links:
This.
And this.
I also have a post brewing about SPM's fans. The cognitive dissonance is sometimes staggering (and amusing).
After posting this all I want to do is listen to 'How Soon Is Now?' so I think I'll do just that.
Thursday, 31 October 2013
What the ...
I love conspiracy theories, you guys! I mean, I believe some pretty weird shit so I'm open to the idea that anything is possible. More things in heaven and earth, etc. etc.
This means I was obviously SUPER EXCITED to get an email from my friend Jok with the subject 'A mystery solved.'
I think he might be right.
From The Diana-Morrissey Phenomenon
The theorist makes some pretty far reaches of logic but this is my kind of theory. Tenuous links are the best kind!
Interesting fact: if you watch the video (I did, bien sûr) you'll see some images of Diana (R.I.P.) from a famous interview she gave. I don't remember anything she said in that video but I remember it coming on television. I'd been a lifelong admirer of Princess Diana (whatever, I was a little girl in the 80s and she was a for real glamorous princess) and, against all logic, I was astounded when she sounded British. It is obvious she'd have an English accent (duh) but because I'd only ever read anything she said my imagination's version of her voice was American. The same thing happened when I saw the first Harry Potter movie. I don't think this is unique.
Here's what I learned from this video: SPM always had really fucking excellent hair.
Here's what I didn't learn from this video (but expect to learn from the website): whether or not SPM arranged for Princess Diana's murder.
This is some serious David Icke shit.
Additional players
Jok: born nowhere near Manchester around the same time as Big Daddy (I can never remember who's older but I've known Jok like 6 years and he's never told me his birthday). We have regular weekend coffee and talk about precious things.
David Icke: born in 1952, David is an ex-footballer turned conspiracy theorist. My (admittedly) limited knowledge of his beliefs include the understanding he believes the Royal Family to be alien lizard people or similar. I've never read his books but I so want to!
I'd be surprised if David features in this blog again but Jok probably will. I think I'll try to get him to read Autobiography.
This means I was obviously SUPER EXCITED to get an email from my friend Jok with the subject 'A mystery solved.'
I think he might be right.
From The Diana-Morrissey Phenomenon
THE DIANA-MORRISSEY
PHENOMENON
August 31, 1978:
19 year-old Steven Morrissey first meets guitarist Johnny Marr,
the one who will launch Morrissey's career several years later
by aggressively enlisting him to co-found a band: The Smiths.
August 31, 1997:
19 years to-the-day since Morrissey met guitarist Johnny Marr,
Princess Diana is killed under circumstances foreshadowed
in Morrissey's work, beginning with an album by The Smiths.
19 year-old Steven Morrissey first meets guitarist Johnny Marr,
the one who will launch Morrissey's career several years later
by aggressively enlisting him to co-found a band: The Smiths.
August 31, 1997:
19 years to-the-day since Morrissey met guitarist Johnny Marr,
Princess Diana is killed under circumstances foreshadowed
in Morrissey's work, beginning with an album by The Smiths.
The theorist makes some pretty far reaches of logic but this is my kind of theory. Tenuous links are the best kind!
Interesting fact: if you watch the video (I did, bien sûr) you'll see some images of Diana (R.I.P.) from a famous interview she gave. I don't remember anything she said in that video but I remember it coming on television. I'd been a lifelong admirer of Princess Diana (whatever, I was a little girl in the 80s and she was a for real glamorous princess) and, against all logic, I was astounded when she sounded British. It is obvious she'd have an English accent (duh) but because I'd only ever read anything she said my imagination's version of her voice was American. The same thing happened when I saw the first Harry Potter movie. I don't think this is unique.
Here's what I learned from this video: SPM always had really fucking excellent hair.
Here's what I didn't learn from this video (but expect to learn from the website): whether or not SPM arranged for Princess Diana's murder.
This is some serious David Icke shit.
Additional players
Jok: born nowhere near Manchester around the same time as Big Daddy (I can never remember who's older but I've known Jok like 6 years and he's never told me his birthday). We have regular weekend coffee and talk about precious things.
David Icke: born in 1952, David is an ex-footballer turned conspiracy theorist. My (admittedly) limited knowledge of his beliefs include the understanding he believes the Royal Family to be alien lizard people or similar. I've never read his books but I so want to!
I'd be surprised if David features in this blog again but Jok probably will. I think I'll try to get him to read Autobiography.
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