Picked up Lemmy's autobiography "White Line Fever" yesterday. Ought to have read it ten years ago when it first was printed. Read over a hundred pages of it. Have not done that with a book for a while. Brought to tears with laughter quite a number of times I was. If you have no interest in sex, drugs or rock 'n' roll save your money. If you do, next time you are near a book shop wander in and order yourself a copy. It will brighten your day like birthday candles on a cake shaped like a beaver iced with amphetamine.