Rock, Paper, Slippers is a nostalgic look back at growing-up in the 60s, 70s and beyond, and laughs in the faces of our preposterous younger selves. It’s an unapologetic memoir that runs from childhood memories to mid-life crisis and safely out the other side, whilst tapping into all of our pasts along the way.
It’s a book for anyone who has ever sniggered at references to Mrs Slocombe’s pussy, dreamed of scoring the winning goal in a cup final, written their initials on a record label or stood in front of their bedroom mirror, strapped on a cricket bat guitar and sung ‘Gonna Make You A Star’ into a hairbrush at their pouty reflection. At the forefront of all this growing-up business is an obsession with pop music: buying it, loving it, falling out with it, making up with it again and eventually having the audacity to play it with real instruments in front of real people.
Written with humour and a smattering of touching frankness, Rock, Paper, Slippers may be one man’s journey to his middle years, but it forces you to recognise and celebrate your own glorious odyssey too.
Recognise your age, turn another page, it’s a middle-age rampage, yeah!
