for suzylou (and any other Bill Hicks fans)

I've just finished reading Bill Hicks: Agent Of Evolution. It claims to be "the definitive biography by his lifelong friend". It's awful. Really, really, terribly awful. It seems like it didn't have an editor, the supposed lifelong friend spends a large proportion of his time talking about himself, and the "let's have a few people retell the same period over and over" style means you're constantly getting the same crap from different angles, and not in any sort of an interesting way. Frankly, I'm sorry I bought this; Bill Hicks deserves better.

(perhaps surprisingly) not something I see often

Someone was refused drink at my local last night. A young-ish girl (I'm thinking early twenties at best) who was obviously intoxicated when she arrived at the bar at about ten thirty or so - talking in an annoyingly loud voice to friends standing next to her and enunciating with the excessive caution of the I'm-not-really-drunk-honest. She was with friends who bought the first few rounds, not out of trying to protect their friend from evil barstaff but simply because it was their turn at the bar. I know this much because one of them crowded up to the bar next to where I was sitting and her bag bounced off my elbow as she turned around. But when the subject of this tale approached the bar herself some time after eleven the barman politely declined to serve her on the grounds that she'd "had enough already".

I did giggle somewhat at the schadenfreude, then went back to my awful Bill Hicks bio.