> David Bret is indeed a francophile obssesive, who can never let an
> opportunity pass to liken a song to one by Piaf of Brel (the real, dead
> one!).
> I have yet to flick through this latest book, but by your comments I can
> assume he has not changed.
I tried and tried for seven whole pages to read this book and eventually I couldn't stand it anymore, it was bloody awful. Gay this, gay that, homo-erotic the other. What has all that got to do with Mozzer? It's currently on my kitchen top with all the rest of the junk I am throwing out next week. The best book is Songs That Saved Your Life, the revised version. Johnny's contribution is immense and urinates all over every piece of trash journalism, guess-work and stupid documentaries that state incorrectly that Moz/Marr wrote their first song in Mozzer's bedroom. The only bit I don't like about it is Simon Goddard's attempt to psycho-analyze what the lyrics are about, because only one man can answer that. Apart from that it has Andy, Mike and Johnny and would be the perfect book if old misery guts would've contributed to it.