I posted a blog entry earlier in the week, moaning about being 30 soon. I realised afterwards that this was also the day – 30 years before – that John Lennon got shot. John Lennon was in a band called the Beatles, you might have heard of them? My favourite Beatles song is called Why Don’t We Do It In The Road, but that’s beside the point.
Coincidences seem to happen to me in bookshops also. When I was about 12 I became obsessed with snooker. I used to get a book out of the library regularly called Improve Your Snooker. It was an old book, probably written in the 80s (when snooker ruled the world) – by Clive Everton. I liked the book so much that I decided to buy it, but was told that it was long out of print. I asked at the library if they would like to sell it, but they said nay. Then a couple of months later I visited my nan, who lived in Rainham, Kent – in the countryside. There was a small second-hand bookshop near where she lived and by complete coincidence, they had a copy of the book for £2.50. Still got the book to this day.
Similar thing happened recently – I found a copy of Scar Tissue by Anthony Kiedis (lead singer with the Red Hot Chili Peppers) in a charity shop in Peckham. I wasn’t even looking for it – but I’d been meaning to read it and it just popped out at me. I’m half way through reading it at the moment – it’s a good read, but I’m not too keen on him now. Probably because he’s had a really fun life and slept with loads of women, took loads of drugs and still isn’t dead. And he’s also got cool tattoos.