Major publishers are falling over each other to secure the publishing rights for Keith Richards' autobiography.
Bidding has been so fierce that only Little, Brown and HarperCollins remain in the bidding war, the price now having risen to £3.6m
(USD$7.3m). Both firms have offered the same price, so the final
decision will come down to the choice of editor and the marketing
campaign, both of which Keith probably couldn't give a fuck about.
Let's be honest. The man can barely remember his own name, never mind
details of his life over the last 45 years. The amount of drugs and
booze he's swilled down, it's a fucking miracle
that he can remember how to fashion a G chord.
So what have we got to lookforward to? "Got up, took heroin, snorted coke, drank
brandy, played gig, took heroin, snorted coke, drank brandy, went to bed," day, after day, after day.