I’ll be completely honest, I don’t ever read the news and I didn’t read it in college. My journalism lecturers would constantly remind me to read the papers because I knew absolutely nothing about the world. And I still don’t to an extent. I couldn’t tell you anything about Bob Mugabe, Julius Malema (Spelling?) and whoever else is playing the fool.

I just don’t like bad news as it takes a certain sparkle off my life and my humour. All newspapers the world over carry bad news and it’s not my scene, and that’s why I only read a select few things (Probably 4 South African blogs and nothing else)

When I read bad news I get sad. When I’m sad my writing is sad and it hurts me!

Which is why I gravitate to the funny stuff in life. “My booky wook” by Russell Brand is a class example!

Just putting on my serious face babes…

For those of you unaware, Russell Brand is the comedian with the big hair, let’s take a look:

He’s the uterly hilarious guy from Forgetting Sarah Marshall, who could ever forget him:

“I’ve lost a shoe…have you seen it anywhere? Excuse me, missus, I’ve lost a shoe…like this one. It’s like this one’s fellow…it’s sort of the exact opposite in fact of that – not an evil version, but just, you know, a shoe like this…but for the other foot.  Otherwise I’d have two right…”

Sheer brilliance, told in his classic British voice and humour!

You’ll also remember him as the guy who pulled the telephone sex prank on the dude from Fawlty Towers, Andrew Sachs. Read more HERE.

Anyway I’ve been reading his book and it’s going to be right up your alley.

It documents his early days and how his dad used to have all these loads of porn that he would watch, how an extra lessons teacher stuck his finger up his arse, his addiction to sex, drugs and alcohol (All true) and his experience with heroine. The guy is basically a walking miracle and plenty funny to boot.

When your book is called “My booky wook” and it starts off like this, then you are awesome:

“On the morning of April Fools’ Day, 2005, I woke up in a sexual addiction treatment centre in a suburb of Philadelphia. As I limped out of the drab dog’s bed in which I was expected to sleep for the next thirty wankless nights, I observed the previous incumbent had left a thread of unravelled dental floss by the pillow – most likely as a noose for his poor, famished dinkle”

And that’s only the first two sentences! It gets better literally by the page until you are rolling around laughing like you are Gatiep on tik!

It’s highly recommended by me, the SLXS stamp of approval.

Get it at your nearest Exclusive Books, or HERE on Kalahari.net

Sean Lloyd

Editor