This is a very long article that nobody will ever read, about an author that nobody wants to read, but some people have to. It is written by a reviewer who is so desperate for money that he is prepared to sacrifice his integrity, time on this earth, reputation for not being a hack, admiration of his friends, prepared to disappoint his parents and schoolteachers, nonplus his former employers, and by the way render himself unemployable, by condescending to waffle for farfallanious hours to no end other than the acquisition of a few banknotes, in dirty fives. Turning to Jean Gauloise, whose advisedly dubbed seminal work, Disque Bleu
Sorry, had to stop - I've been shot.
Martin Pratt-Ching
