You know, I think I am a pretty engaging writer when I can be bothered. Most of the time my writing here is simply me saying something appalling about some twat or other. And you know, when I get my shit together and finish that book I am writing I sincerely hope that I don’t end up writing a turd like this.
Honestly Artie, I know you are a comedian (never seen you) and I know you are on the Howard Stern radio show (you must have mentioned that a hundred times). But a book almost entirely composed of you giving handjobs to Stern and writing formulaic drivel like “I really love bloke x, he’s really talented and a great person” about everyone in your life just seems like you have really low self esteem and understand you don’t really deserve the shit load of cash people keep throwing at you.
Personally, I thought this book was a complete fucking waste of time. Except for the buying-drugs-while-wearing-a-pig-costume story which was pretty funny. Except for that, which was outlined on the back cover for Crom’s sake, the whole book read like it was written by a 14 year old in a late night bender trying to make a deadline. You may be a talented comedian (and I’ll give you a mulligan on that since I can’t even be bothered youtubing you) but you are complete crap as a writer. Writers need to be interesting and understand how to engage over the long haul. You think saying fuck and bastard is edgy and really your drug stories are so 1992.
If anyone wants this book, leave me a comment with your address and I’ll post it to you for free.
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