I was pretty pissed off when I read that the Andrew Morton book on Tom Cruise was NOT going to be published in the UK.
But lo and behold... what's this in my hands? (Quiet at the back...)
Seriously, what is the fucking point of stupid Scientologists and lawyers getting all het up about this book and spending an exorbitant amount of money getting injunctions and Christ/Hubbard knows what else in order to stop all parts of the world that don't have the 1st amendment (oh how I wish we had that here) from reading this book. They ought to take a stress test. Oh.
Ignore all the bans and just order the sodding thing of Amazon.com - easy peasy. That's one hell of a big loophole.
Tom Cruise, for all his sins, is absolutely one of the most interesting celebrities of the past 50 years. Is he gay? Probably not. Is he raving fucking bonkers? Most definitely. Why someone with so much fame and cash would give two shits about this book is beyond me. Unless it is all true, that is.
A couple of random pages throw out the following:
"He is widely credited as being the one who smeared honey on Diane Lane's toilet seat and scrawled "Helter Skelter" - a reference to the Charles Manson cult killers - on her bathroom mirror."
and
"There was little left to chance in the "casual encounters" between a cult follower like Mimi Rogers and a potential celebrity recruit. What the celebrities never realised was that their introduction to Scientology was the result of weeks, sometimes months, of meticulous planning. The first stage was to identify a celebrity target, and then work out a "battle plan" to lure them inti the cult. To help them, dedicated Scientologists made clay models of the individual, Michael Jackson for example, outlining incremental scenarios that would help their planning. By turning the concept into clay, the concept was somehow made "real"."
Scary scary shit. Order the book now, but watch your back!