In reply to JJL:
I'm tempted to agree with you, recent low points in my life have included finding autobiographies by Justin Bieber and TOWIE's 'Nanny Pat' in a second hand shop, both of which, for yucks, I idly flicked through.
My inner monologue of rage was that one of them had had a long life, but was so devoid of any interest that it wouldn't merit a daffodil dying never mind a whole tree, the other... it was already second hand and the boy is an infant. I want to read about frogs not tadpoles. Inane vacuous tedious self important ghost written schlock. Repulsed I threw them back on the shelf, like when you pick up a log for the fire and find a huge slug on it.
But.. it's horses for course innit, if some one offered you an advance for your story, 'my life as a UKC occasional poster' AND offered to hand all the actual spelling to some bloke called Ed Reardon you wouldn't turn it down would you. Milk your ephemeral fame while you can cos it's fickle and those Iceland adverts won't keep coming.... 'Turkey dinosaurs 99p.....'
My shelves groan with the life stories of Moffat, Dawes, Hill,Messener, Simpson, Pritchard, Rouse, Bonington etc alongside a dozen WW1 diaries. Most of which will have no interest whatsoever to somebody salivating for the next installment of Katie Prices existence, and who may see the life of someone devoted to mountains as selfish, indulgent and not worth reading about. I suppose to summarise live and let live, you aren't compelled to read anything. Unlike in North Korea where you have to read the autobiographies of the dear leaders and their claims to have written 3000 operas AND invented oxygen.
Edit, ghost written for grammar, punctuation and spelling.
Post edited at 08:39