Post by Neko Bazu on Dec 4, 2007 8:24:15 GMT -1
Anyone read it? It's entitled The Rik Mayall: Bigger than Hitler, Better than Christ
Absolutely superb reading ;D You can tell he's talking a load of bollocks a lot of the time - it's definitely written 'in character' - but it does cover his life so far in reasonable detail. It's written as a laugh, rather than the usual, "Hey, here's my entire life story - have a read!"
Here's an excerpt from it, to give you some idea, letter-for-letter the same as his, including his questionable grammar - apparently he said to the publisher, "You know how last night you mentioned something about someone or other editing my book? Well, I want to say this right now and I'm doing it right now and what I'm saying is this - no I'm not, I'm commanding it (in a close up), NO ONE FUCKS WITH MY WORDS. read it again, you lefty twat, NO ONE FUCKS WITH MY WORDS."
So no editor.
Anyway, on with the excerpt:
Genius ;D
Absolutely superb reading ;D You can tell he's talking a load of bollocks a lot of the time - it's definitely written 'in character' - but it does cover his life so far in reasonable detail. It's written as a laugh, rather than the usual, "Hey, here's my entire life story - have a read!"
Here's an excerpt from it, to give you some idea, letter-for-letter the same as his, including his questionable grammar - apparently he said to the publisher, "You know how last night you mentioned something about someone or other editing my book? Well, I want to say this right now and I'm doing it right now and what I'm saying is this - no I'm not, I'm commanding it (in a close up), NO ONE FUCKS WITH MY WORDS. read it again, you lefty twat, NO ONE FUCKS WITH MY WORDS."
So no editor.
Anyway, on with the excerpt:
Foreword:
Good afternoon. You know when you're writing a book, loads of great ideas come to you. Well, that's what's happening to me. And you know how you're at the beginning of this book reading this now, well, so am I, so it's like we're locked together, you and me, you know what I mean. Not like that obviously, not dirty front bottom style, although we could be if you wanted, especially if you're a jugged-up kind of bird who's up for it. Anyway, the thing is, here we are together, you and me. Except no, we're not really, are we? Because I'm writing this bit now, and it'll be a different time when you're reading it, won't it? I mean, you know, think about it, it could be millions of years from now that you're reading it. I mean my now, not your now. Your now would be right now, wouldn't it? See, I was right. About both nows. You might even be someone from another planet. Or someone else from that planet. Or someone from a completely different planet. Or both of them. Or something. Or, oh forget all that. (Unless you are someone from another planet, in which case, Hello. Good afternoon to you too.)
So, basically, no-one knows when or where you are reading this. So that's kind of cool isn't it. You know. Mysterious. I mean, this might be written on a cave wall some time after the next apocolyps. I just thought of that. Or somewhere else. Or not even there. But the thing is that none of this really matters so don't worry about it because none of it is that important because what I'm saying is, loads of people have written loads of books but the thing to remember about this book is that it's better. A lot of books are just a load of old wank so they can fuck off. And if you don't believe me then you can fuck off too. In fact, if you want a fight, I'm there. And I'm pretty good at fighting so you'd better watch out. Better-watch-out-he's-pretty-good-at-fighting is my middle name. Always has been. No it hasn't. That's bollocks. This isn't working. Let's start again.
Good afternoon. You know how - oh just fucking forget this page. It's shit.
Good afternoon. You know when you're writing a book, loads of great ideas come to you. Well, that's what's happening to me. And you know how you're at the beginning of this book reading this now, well, so am I, so it's like we're locked together, you and me, you know what I mean. Not like that obviously, not dirty front bottom style, although we could be if you wanted, especially if you're a jugged-up kind of bird who's up for it. Anyway, the thing is, here we are together, you and me. Except no, we're not really, are we? Because I'm writing this bit now, and it'll be a different time when you're reading it, won't it? I mean, you know, think about it, it could be millions of years from now that you're reading it. I mean my now, not your now. Your now would be right now, wouldn't it? See, I was right. About both nows. You might even be someone from another planet. Or someone else from that planet. Or someone from a completely different planet. Or both of them. Or something. Or, oh forget all that. (Unless you are someone from another planet, in which case, Hello. Good afternoon to you too.)
So, basically, no-one knows when or where you are reading this. So that's kind of cool isn't it. You know. Mysterious. I mean, this might be written on a cave wall some time after the next apocolyps. I just thought of that. Or somewhere else. Or not even there. But the thing is that none of this really matters so don't worry about it because none of it is that important because what I'm saying is, loads of people have written loads of books but the thing to remember about this book is that it's better. A lot of books are just a load of old wank so they can fuck off. And if you don't believe me then you can fuck off too. In fact, if you want a fight, I'm there. And I'm pretty good at fighting so you'd better watch out. Better-watch-out-he's-pretty-good-at-fighting is my middle name. Always has been. No it hasn't. That's bollocks. This isn't working. Let's start again.
Good afternoon. You know how - oh just fucking forget this page. It's shit.
Genius ;D
