By Sebastian Horsley. I just picked it up last week at the library and it is hilarious. I mean LOL funny. I have to remember to go to the bathroom before I read some of it.
He had these upper class parents who drank themselves silly (and stupid). One story involved his mother who was quite the imaginative fashion diva and asked the nanny to bring one of children round, the nanny asked, "Which one?"
The mother snapped, "Oh I don't know, whichever one goes with red velvet!" (it was Sebastian)
Then he describes his grandmother as being so dull that she died at the age of 82 of embroidery.
Anyhow, it's welcome relief to read something so wickedly funny that it makes me laugh hard. I need that right now. He reminds me of a postmodern Oscar Wilde.
He had these upper class parents who drank themselves silly (and stupid). One story involved his mother who was quite the imaginative fashion diva and asked the nanny to bring one of children round, the nanny asked, "Which one?"
The mother snapped, "Oh I don't know, whichever one goes with red velvet!" (it was Sebastian)
Then he describes his grandmother as being so dull that she died at the age of 82 of embroidery.
Anyhow, it's welcome relief to read something so wickedly funny that it makes me laugh hard. I need that right now. He reminds me of a postmodern Oscar Wilde.