|There's also a section where he stops being able to play the|
game. It reminded me of Allie Brosh in that both instances
resonate. Is this what everyone feels, then?
No, what caused me to lose my head a bit and actually 'squee' in front of students (though they were unaware of the reason) was the Grayson Perry biography. I read some of it whilst popping out to get Chinese with the £20 from my father because I can't stand the Mail and Sun that it seems all take outs supply for waiting patrons. I find this doubly confusing as the families that run them tend to be the very sort of people that these papers despise and, in at least one case, they are immigrants themselves - so why support a media empire that actively hates you? I digress.
The first few chapters are already very interesting. I did not have an Alan Measles, but I did have guerrilla warfare; I never did make Airfix models (I tried, once, and ended up with a ball of plastic cement and an unhappy looking floor for a half-track), but I did collect military themed toys of varying scales and time periods that would be thrown together; I have never had a shed, but I did retreat to my bedroom regularly and often, once disappearing so effectively that I didn't hear my parents calling me down for tea and they thought I'd gone somewhere else (I never did work out why they didn't check my bedroom before ringing all my friends' houses and sending out search parties to the local parks).
All that said, I lack the creativity already being referenced. I lack the practical skills of this man. I lack, in essence, the soul.