This is something of my story. When I was sixteen, my dad, mum, younger brother and sister, and I, went to live on a boat in the Mediterranean. I did my A level studies by correspondence. This was pre-internet days, so when I posted off assignments, we had to ask for them to be sent c/o some port or marina we were planning to be at in some weeks time. Dad wrote the book, with some editing and tweaking from me. It gets good reviews.
The biography of John Lydon aka Johnny Rotten of the Sex Pistols. It’s well written, insightful and honest, an intriguing look at the real person as opposed to what we see in the media. I like him. He doesn’t put up with bullshit. I remember when the Sex Pistols appeared on the scene. Music in those days was dominated by the charts, Top of the Pops, and vinyl records. I hated it. It was all about synth pop. I’m a guitar man. The Pistols came along, and while they didn’t exactly blow everything else away, at least there was some variety around.
It seems there are too many tales of young people who want to do well, but the system doesn’t serve them well. This is an engaging compassionate story of a man who went to prison for a long time, but isn’t a bad man.
Well I couldn’t resist this. Feline helps human, human helps feline. You feel like you’re there. I’m afraid I’m going to have to use the word ‘heartwarming’.