Comment-whore!

Awfully sorry for being so tardy. I even had the gall to berate Absent Without Leave
for being as tardy as myself – talk about the pot calling the kettle black.

Basically I’ve been too busy shouting my commenting mouth off and enjoying reading the following (in no particular pecking order I hasten to add):

surly girl
sex money and html
spinsterella
first nations
annie rhiannon
lost in a common language
dissolute ravings from the padded cell
pickled politics
and of course my boss Robert Swipe – I have to comment on his site and keep him in check as I am his long-suffering Area State Co-ordinator you know!

Just going off to vote – oo-er – such choice!

What else? Am currently reading Tourism by Nirpal Dhaliwal – not finished yet – got embroiled in a debate over at pickled politics about it. Julie Burchill is quoted as proclaiming that ‘it is the best debut I have ever read’. Christ – it’s not that good – in fact – it’s ok in parts but nevertheless bloody lazy, jumped up writing. Well, we all know Julie’s mad and got a funny voice. Here’s what I wrote as my potted review:

It is remarkably self-centred and self-congratulatory. It’s certainly not ‘Money’ (which you feel he kind of aspires to) and it is almost a bit like a ‘lad’s’ lazy Bridget Jones. I can imagine it being serialised and then packed up in plastic for free on the front of the Observer before long.

He’s not a bad writer – but I think there is a better book to be had out of him. Or perhaps he will suffer from Alex Garland syndrome and dry up?? Who knows. Him and his wife seem to have fashioned themselves as the Posh and Becks of the literary world. No wonder they are both on the receiving end of so much backlash.

Perhaps I was a little harsh – I know how hard it is to write anything well let alone a book.

Anyway – I really am going off to vote now.

Laters all.

Rockmother x