A few years ago, out of curiosity, I went with a work colleague to Easons where a moderately well known professional footballer was signing copies of his autobiography. We went up to the table, and the book (quite thin) was duly signed, at which point my colleague said jovially 'At least after today you can say that you have actually written something in your own book'.big mervyn wrote:Another exchange between 2 former rugby players (I can't remember who either!):Cap'n Grumpy wrote:I can't remember who it was but someone complimented them on their "autobiography"
Person responded with (something like) "Thank-you, I'm looking forward to reading it".
Player 1 "Who did you get to write your autobiography for you?"
Player 2 "Who did you get to read yours for you?"
The look on the erstwhile author's coupon was priceless.
As for rugby autobiographies, I'm sure I'm not the only person who enjoyed Clive Woodward's book largely for its fascinating insight into the world of photocopier sales.