confessions of a southside catatonic chataholic

...to keep absolutely loneliness at bay.'
~ William Styron

In which Tosca shares what she's reading at the moment (funny title, funny book) and takes time out to leave numerous links of interest here as well (yes, even though Link Love posts aren't until Saturday).

On the bus I read not to keep loneliness at bay, but to keep people at bay and because I don't have it in me to just sit and window watch. I'd rather be doing something, even if it's just keeping my mind occupied, so I always carry at least one physical book and a few ebooks. I'm never without reading material of some sort or another. This week's bus-read is Crap lyrics by Johnny Sharp and is hilarious. I found myself chuckling out loud more than once and, much to my co-passenger's consternation, some weird combination of snorting/choking. In my mind it's a book to be shared (even though some bits make you wince like omg-did-he-just-say-that?).

Title: Crap lyrics : a celebration of all the very worst pop lyrics of all time-- ever!
Author: Johnny Sharp
Year: 2009
Publisher: Portico
Synopsis: This title presents a witty celebration of the worst lyrics ever to grace the airwaves. After all, there are bad lines, and then there are really bad lines. Even the mighty have their off days - Bob Dylan may have written protest anthem "Blowing in the Wind" but he also wrote "wiggle, wiggle, like a bowl of soup". Even Kate Bush, who spent 10 years writing her eagerly-anticipated Aerial album, came out with a song (Mrs Bartolozzi) about a washing machine: "Slooshy sloshy slooshy sloshy/Get that dirty shirty clean"... This book is by an author who has toiled at the cliff-face of British pop music for years. Who better to steer a narrative path through the convoluted wordplay and hackneyed cliches of crap lyrics?

Link love: various blog/website links I received via RSS feeds today that may be of interest (probably only to me but hey, it's the thought that counts)