Whatcha reading?

[Dr. Medulla]

Speaking of punks named Viv.

38) Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys, Boys by Viv Albertine. Kindle. 2014. A little difficult to read, as all truly honest books are. The Slits are just one thing that happened to her in a life full of emotional struggle and incident, but she's good on the sights, sounds and smells of all your favourite punk rockers. Difficulty conceiving, cancer, grown up issues are the heart of the book. Her passion really flies off the page as she rediscovers herself amidst a collapsing marriage in Hastings, picking the guitar back up. Written in an immediate present tense with occasional italicised editorialising from the present day. A triumphant book, human and real.

Ended up reading this as a bedtime book and finished last night. It was quite compelling, with the Slits/punk part, in retrospect, the boring part of her life. The only thing I hesitated over was that for someone, post-Slits, who had a pretty unassuming life, there was a crazy amount of drama that makes me a bit wary. Upteen in vitro treatments that only work on the last possible try, then an immediate cancer diagnosis with recurring health problems, dangerous weight loss, seduction by a creepy moviemaker, disintegrating marriage, rebirth of music, psycho semi-boyfriend. And that's all cramped in over about a dozen years. Any one or two of these things is more than enough drama for a person, but it's just on and on and on with her. I'm not saying she's lying, but towards the end it seemed a bit too much.

[Silent Majority]

Speaking of punks named Viv.

38) Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys, Boys by Viv Albertine. Kindle. 2014. A little difficult to read, as all truly honest books are. The Slits are just one thing that happened to her in a life full of emotional struggle and incident, but she's good on the sights, sounds and smells of all your favourite punk rockers. Difficulty conceiving, cancer, grown up issues are the heart of the book. Her passion really flies off the page as she rediscovers herself amidst a collapsing marriage in Hastings, picking the guitar back up. Written in an immediate present tense with occasional italicised editorialising from the present day. A triumphant book, human and real.

Ended up reading this as a bedtime book and finished last night. It was quite compelling, with the Slits/punk part, in retrospect, the boring part of her life. The only thing I hesitated over was that for someone, post-Slits, who had a pretty unassuming life, there was a crazy amount of drama that makes me a bit wary. Upteen in vitro treatments that only work on the last possible try, then an immediate cancer diagnosis with recurring health problems, dangerous weight loss, seduction by a creepy moviemaker, disintegrating marriage, rebirth of music, psycho semi-boyfriend. And that's all cramped in over about a dozen years. Any one or two of these things is more than enough drama for a person, but it's just on and on and on with her. I'm not saying she's lying, but towards the end it seemed a bit too much.

Interesting - it didn't strike me as much in that period of time. Life can be busy.

[Dr. Medulla]

Speaking of punks named Viv.

38) Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys, Boys by Viv Albertine. Kindle. 2014. A little difficult to read, as all truly honest books are. The Slits are just one thing that happened to her in a life full of emotional struggle and incident, but she's good on the sights, sounds and smells of all your favourite punk rockers. Difficulty conceiving, cancer, grown up issues are the heart of the book. Her passion really flies off the page as she rediscovers herself amidst a collapsing marriage in Hastings, picking the guitar back up. Written in an immediate present tense with occasional italicised editorialising from the present day. A triumphant book, human and real.

Ended up reading this as a bedtime book and finished last night. It was quite compelling, with the Slits/punk part, in retrospect, the boring part of her life. The only thing I hesitated over was that for someone, post-Slits, who had a pretty unassuming life, there was a crazy amount of drama that makes me a bit wary. Upteen in vitro treatments that only work on the last possible try, then an immediate cancer diagnosis with recurring health problems, dangerous weight loss, seduction by a creepy moviemaker, disintegrating marriage, rebirth of music, psycho semi-boyfriend. And that's all cramped in over about a dozen years. Any one or two of these things is more than enough drama for a person, but it's just on and on and on with her. I'm not saying she's lying, but towards the end it seemed a bit too much.

Interesting - it didn't strike me as much in that period of time. Life can be busy.

It seemed hard to fathom how she had a life because it seemed a dozen years of straight upheaval. Even acknowledging that we don't read about all the boring stuff, it's still a lot of what most people would consider pretty major shit happening. She just seems a magnet for disaster.

Weirdly, for someone with all that stress in her middle age, somehow she has aged incredibly well. You'd think she'd be haggard given it all, but she's still quite beautiful.

[Silent Majority]

Speaking of punks named Viv.

38) Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys, Boys by Viv Albertine. Kindle. 2014. A little difficult to read, as all truly honest books are. The Slits are just one thing that happened to her in a life full of emotional struggle and incident, but she's good on the sights, sounds and smells of all your favourite punk rockers. Difficulty conceiving, cancer, grown up issues are the heart of the book. Her passion really flies off the page as she rediscovers herself amidst a collapsing marriage in Hastings, picking the guitar back up. Written in an immediate present tense with occasional italicised editorialising from the present day. A triumphant book, human and real.

Ended up reading this as a bedtime book and finished last night. It was quite compelling, with the Slits/punk part, in retrospect, the boring part of her life. The only thing I hesitated over was that for someone, post-Slits, who had a pretty unassuming life, there was a crazy amount of drama that makes me a bit wary. Upteen in vitro treatments that only work on the last possible try, then an immediate cancer diagnosis with recurring health problems, dangerous weight loss, seduction by a creepy moviemaker, disintegrating marriage, rebirth of music, psycho semi-boyfriend. And that's all cramped in over about a dozen years. Any one or two of these things is more than enough drama for a person, but it's just on and on and on with her. I'm not saying she's lying, but towards the end it seemed a bit too much.

Interesting - it didn't strike me as much in that period of time. Life can be busy.

It seemed hard to fathom how she had a life because it seemed a dozen years of straight upheaval. Even acknowledging that we don't read about all the boring stuff, it's still a lot of what most people would consider pretty major shit happening. She just seems a magnet for disaster.

Weirdly, for someone with all that stress in her middle age, somehow she has aged incredibly well. You'd think she'd be haggard given it all, but she's still quite beautiful.

Yeah, I'd chop Hoy's arm off to take her out for dinner.

[Wolter]

Speaking of punks named Viv.

38) Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys, Boys by Viv Albertine. Kindle. 2014. A little difficult to read, as all truly honest books are. The Slits are just one thing that happened to her in a life full of emotional struggle and incident, but she's good on the sights, sounds and smells of all your favourite punk rockers. Difficulty conceiving, cancer, grown up issues are the heart of the book. Her passion really flies off the page as she rediscovers herself amidst a collapsing marriage in Hastings, picking the guitar back up. Written in an immediate present tense with occasional italicised editorialising from the present day. A triumphant book, human and real.

Ended up reading this as a bedtime book and finished last night. It was quite compelling, with the Slits/punk part, in retrospect, the boring part of her life. The only thing I hesitated over was that for someone, post-Slits, who had a pretty unassuming life, there was a crazy amount of drama that makes me a bit wary. Upteen in vitro treatments that only work on the last possible try, then an immediate cancer diagnosis with recurring health problems, dangerous weight loss, seduction by a creepy moviemaker, disintegrating marriage, rebirth of music, psycho semi-boyfriend. And that's all cramped in over about a dozen years. Any one or two of these things is more than enough drama for a person, but it's just on and on and on with her. I'm not saying she's lying, but towards the end it seemed a bit too much.

Interesting - it didn't strike me as much in that period of time. Life can be busy.

It seemed hard to fathom how she had a life because it seemed a dozen years of straight upheaval. Even acknowledging that we don't read about all the boring stuff, it's still a lot of what most people would consider pretty major shit happening. She just seems a magnet for disaster.

Weirdly, for someone with all that stress in her middle age, somehow she has aged incredibly well. You'd think she'd be haggard given it all, but she's still quite beautiful.

Yeah, I'd chop Hoy's arm off to take her out for dinner.

Finally, my Def Leppard cover band is coming together.

[Dr. Medulla]

Yeah, I'd chop Hoy's arm off to take her out for dinner.

Finally, my Def Leppard cover band is coming together.

Ha! Take the rest of the day off for that bon mot.

[Kory]

Yeah, I'd chop Hoy's arm off to take her out for dinner.

Finally, my Def Leppard cover band is coming together.

Ha! Take the rest of the day off for that bon mot.

No! Tell Me More.

[Dr. Medulla]

Yeah, I'd chop Hoy's arm off to take her out for dinner.

Finally, my Def Leppard cover band is coming together.

Ha! Take the rest of the day off for that bon mot.

No! Tell Me More.

Lousy company man, fucking over the working stiff.

[Kory]

Yeah, I'd chop Hoy's arm off to take her out for dinner.

Finally, my Def Leppard cover band is coming together.

Ha! Take the rest of the day off for that bon mot.

No! Tell Me More.

Lousy company man, fucking over the working stiff.

Trenchant Observation.

[Kory]

Ah shit, I had the selection wrong

[Dr. Medulla]

Ah shit, I had the selection wrong

Man, that went right over my head. I still don't remember it.

[Kory]

Ah shit, I had the selection wrong

Man, that went right over my head. I still don't remember it.

It's the "My Dinner with Andre" game that Martin plays at the arcade.

[Dr. Medulla]

Ah shit, I had the selection wrong

Man, that went right over my head. I still don't remember it.

It's the "My Dinner with Andre" game that Martin plays at the arcade.

Vaguely, vaguely remember that. Strange.

[Kory]

Ah shit, I had the selection wrong

Man, that went right over my head. I still don't remember it.

It's the "My Dinner with Andre" game that Martin plays at the arcade.

Vaguely, vaguely remember that. Strange.

It's a VERY short joke:

[Dr. Medulla]

Ah shit, I had the selection wrong

Man, that went right over my head. I still don't remember it.

It's the "My Dinner with Andre" game that Martin plays at the arcade.

Vaguely, vaguely remember that. Strange.

It's a VERY short joke:

Clearly. No way today's writers would make that kind of reference.