Any chance of ahem auctioning it off for charity, i may have a few euros to spare for a good cause…."Rise and Kill First: The secret history of Israeli's targeted assassinations", by Ronan Bergman.
It is a very good read. A very balanced account of what the Israeli's have been up to and why. It is certainly no anti-Israeli rant while at the same time it does nothing to white wash some very dark chapters of Israel's military and intelligence history and politics.
Same here. My copy arrived today but I've not started it yet. I'm putting off the pleasure until I have some peace and quiet. Probably in 2022The latest Ben Aaronovitch's Rivers of London series has landed in my Kindle. I hope the series isn't going downhill.
I read somewhere that Grant would have a lackey follow Bonham around with a suitcase full of cash to pay people off for assaults, criminal damage etc. He was that full of random mayhem.Trampled Under Foot: The Power and Excess of Led Zeppelin @Kirkz
- ISBN-10: 0571259359
- ISBN-13: 978-0571259359
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Interesting written, it's a series of quotes. I've read quite a few books about Zep and its members, notably Page and Plant. All the usual stuff is in this book: Page being wankered and having to be wheeled about on a trolley, Peter Grant's son being a little shit and causing the "Oakland Incident", teenage groupies and the utter vanity and folly of Swan Song Records.
What I hadn't known, though, is that John Bonham was an utter c**t. Sure, I'd read that he was a pain when drunk/high, but not that this horribleness was there at all times.
Peter Grant, their manager, was a big chap, and used his size to intimidate people. Yet he gave away a Rolls Royce, and was capable of other incredible kindness. Yet Bonzo (Bonham) appears to have been just a bastard.
Plant could be an arrsehole as well, he and Page butted heads on a regular basis. Page was like an earlier day Axl Rose, or a latter day Mick Jagger: total control. Except Page was wasted most of the time, and never really got what he wanted.
The only sensible one seems to have been John Paul Jones (real name John Baldwin). One hell of a musician, he stayed away from the other three (or four, if you include Grant) whenever he could.
Grant would start contract negotiations by putting a pound of cocaine on the table. "Let's get through this lot and see how we go" One promoter reported three days on the Marching Powder before Grant would let him go home.
Dunno if it's still true, but as of 2012 there was a standing offer of $300 million for the remaining members of Zep to tour again. Mind bending.
I particularly enjoyed "The Throwback". Though "Rioutous Assembly" and "Indecent Exposure" had some memorable characters, notably "Constable Els".Vintage Stuff by Tom Sharpe. I haven't read any Tom Sharpe for ages and had forgotten how clever and truly funny his writing is. I will now search out inter alia Wilt, Blott on the Landscape and Porterhouse Blue. Incidentally the latter two were great TV adaptations as well.
I remember reading Tom Sharpe novels nearly 30 years ago and still remember the embarrassment of actually laughing out loud whilst reading his books, pure brilliance.Vintage Stuff by Tom Sharpe. I haven't read any Tom Sharpe for ages and had forgotten how clever and truly funny his writing is. I will now search out inter alia Wilt, Blott on the Landscape and Porterhouse Blue. Incidentally the latter two were great TV adaptations as well.
This has just been mentioned in the book I'm reading about the escape routes.Time for a new non-fiction read. From coaching international rugby (Eddie Jones) to this:
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At the beginning of the Second World War, Koestler was living in the south of France working on Darkness at Noon. After retreating to Paris he was imprisoned by the French as an undesirable alien even though he had been a respected crusader against fascism. Only luck and his passionate energy allowed him to escape the fate of many of the innocent refugees, who were handed over to the Nazis for torture and often execution. Scum of the Earth is more than the story of Koestler's survival. His shrewd observation of the collapse of French determination to resist during the summer of 1940 is an illustration of what happens when a nation loses its honour and its pride.