I just saw Martin Amis give a reading from his new novel in Brooklyn. While I'm sort of on-the-fence about him in general, and I think he's had a career mostly thanks to his father, I did like Money and he was gracious, funny, and not as snobbish as one would expect. Also told a great story about Christopher Hitchens.
I might pick the book up (didn't get it today 'cause there was a long line and I was fucking tired from a long day). For those who want a rather gentle piss-take on the chav world, it might be worth reading--although he seems to miss the London working class diction a bit.
Poor Martin. Such a twat these days. I do so miss our drunken sessions in The Bricklayers.
"Take this, brother; may it serve you well."
They went to school together and were friends.
We could all sit outside on banana lounges discussing the best way to rebuild a 4WD transmission and agree, through shared stories of conquests supporting our assertions, that there is no basis to the proposition that those least assured of their persuasions are the first to condemn others for theirs.