Hej då Horsley x

Kom hem till nyheten om Sebastian Horsleys sorgliga sorti.
Spåren av Londons gamla Soho sopas bort allt mer pedantiskt. The Colony Room är stängt, Astoriakvarteret rivet och nu har Horsley tagit sitt sista heroin.

Jag kan varmt rekommendera hans (bitvis sjukt enerverande) självbiografi Dandy In The Underworld, en bok så mättat hedonistisk och självupptagen att den får Russell Brands My Booky Wook att framstå som Anton Abeles Skolbetyg.

Utdraget på baksidan är den perfekta konsumentupplysningen:

I was lying in bed withdrawing savagely from crack and heroin. I was looking and feeling fit only for the undertakers. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a blazing Technicolor explosion which I took to be a fruit cart. It was Mother. She waltzed in clad toe to crown in velvet and silk and perched on the end of the bed.
"Have I failed you as a mother, Sylvester?"
"It's Sebastian, Mother."

Vaginadialogerna

Jaha, jag måste tydligen läsa Pam Griers sprillans nya självbiografi. I alla fall att döma av den här (förkortade) dialogen mellan Pam och hennes gynekolog, hämtad ur boken:

"Pam, I want to tell you about an epidemic that's prevalent in Beverly Hills right now. It's a buildup of cocaine residue around the cervix and in the vagina. You have it. Are you doing drugs?"

"No," I said, astonished.

"Is your partner putting cocaine on his penis to sustain his erection?"

"No," I said, "not that I know of."

"Are you sure he isn't doing it in the bathroom before he comes to bed?" the doctor asked.

"That's a possibility," I said. "You know, I am dating Richard Pryor."