EAST Kilbride, 1974: I’m 12 and I buy 10cc’s Sheet Music then bug my old man for hours about the lyrics. Dad, what’s a palooka? What does “juju” mean?
Who’s Norman Mailer? Reading this new collection of Will Self’s essays you can’t help but imagine his own kids giving him a tougher grilling: “Hey, you’ve put velleity and vermiculated in one sentence. Is that even English?”
“Pater, stop calling my girlfriend my inamorata!”
