Not quite hate but certainly morbid curiosity for Out Of The Stewpot by Ed Stewart, a name that surely gets a 'who?' from anyone under 45. Danny Baker gave a famous review to this old Radio 1 DJ's autobiography, highlighting its repetitive score-settling and banal observations. £1.53 on Amazon. 2019 is my year for this lads / ladies. Crackerjack!
in this book, I gather, he recounts meeting his future wife when she was 13 years old & falling in lust with her then & there, & negotiating with her parents for some sort of arrangement... I think he was about 30 at the time, iirc.
from the book: "I met my wife when she was 13, in 1970…" P.146
"…my wife started on my stomach – and nothing else! – when she was 13…" P.147
& from the express obit:
Stewart, aged nearly 30, had gone to visit Jimmy Henney, the manager of American singer Glen Campbell when he was greeted at the door “by what I can only describe as a 13-year-old apparition,” he wrote. “She was simply stunning.” not exactly 'margrave of the marshes', though, pondering that, not a million miles away either.
I had to give up reading Christopher Hitchens' autobiography because not only was his sheer arrogance driving me mad, I found that reading a bit just before bed meant he started narrating my dreams as well.
got this in kindle, been putting it off. >puts it off again<