You'll be sorry when I'm dead - Marieke Hardy

He was wearing a pair of leather pants that clung like terrified orphans to
his muscular thighs, and a revealing black mesh t-shirt. The outfit seemed at
odds with the cream-coloured settee and floral print curtains.From
stalking and eventually meeting her Young Talent Time idol when she was
twelve, to a particularly abhorrent encounter at a high-quality swingers night,
and a mildly perverse obsession with Bob Ellis, there is nothing Marieke Hardy
won't write about. Welcome to a chronicle of broken hearts, fervid pursuits,
passionate friendships, deranged letter-writing, the allure of the bottle, the
singular charms of musicians, the lost song of youth, and three very awkward
evenings with varying prostitutes - exactly zero percent of which the author's
parents will want to read. Add to that a slightly misguided attempt to give
real-life friends and ex-lovers a 'right of reply' to the stories they appear in
and it's fair to say an extended stint in the Witness Protection Program
beckons.Confessional, voyeuristic, painful, hilarious and heartfelt,
You'll Be Sorry When I'm Dead reveals the acerbic wit, unflinching gaze
and razor-sharp insight of a writer at the height of her powers-or the unhinged
fantasies of a dangerous mind with not enough to do.