Pour Me

Just read the autobiography of A.A. Gill.

Had never heard of him before, but I like the cut of his jib.

In a world full of half measures and hollow promises, his words cut like a razor.

He pulls no punches in a raw, unfiltered take on the life of an alcoholic, full of blood and spittle.

It’s an honest reflection on what it means to be human, with all of our shifting opinions, inner contradictions and self-deceit.