Skippity's Book 6: A sexy romp

Tommy's Tale, by Alan Cumming, is described on the cover as "A bisexual About a Boy, only with lots more shagging and partying." Which is apt enough, I guess, only Tommy has a job and a lot more friends than that noofus Hugh Grant plays.

This is one of those books that you shouldn't really read in public, unless you like it when people glance over your shoulder on the bus and see lines like,

"Picture the scene. I have coke spilling out of my left nostril, a ten-pound note jammed up my right, her saliva dripping on to my (unfortunately very light gray) trousers from my fast-shrinking penis, and on top of it all I am being given a lecture on the evils of drug taking by a furious woman wearing a crucifix, in the disabled toilet of Planet Hollywood.

I laughed.

I never saw Pauline again."

lol

Most of it's not like that, but there's a fair bit that is, so, you know, read in public at your own risk.

This is one of those fast reads that you don't really take seriously. Tommy is 29 and trying to decide between growing up and trying to make a life with his on-again off-again boyfriend Charlie, and the partying lifestyle, which he physically can't maintain (at one point in the book he faints at work because he's ingested nothing but e, coke (not the soda kind), and water for five days straight. He also jacks off on a bus and wakes up in odd places, not really realizing how self-destructive his behavior is until his flatmates give him a shakeup. Even though he's a complete hedonistic wreck, you kinda like the guy because he's funny. I laughed out loud a lot while reading this.

And the ending is all nice and fairy-tale-ish and you're left thinking, kinda, "yeah right," but it still rings true because Tommy still talks to you in this very innocently slutty voice.

Anyway. A fun read, but, you know, not Thanksgiving dinner or anything.