Am currently reading extremely hilarious Stephen Fry pre-Oxford autobiography. My incentive to read it sadly was the knowledge that Hugh Laurie, being Small(not) Fry 's bosom lifetime mate, chum, compatriot, stage sharer, pal, S-on-R sharer of many drunken nights, confidante et al would have a generous mention. Hugh, of course, is not likely to write an autobiography, on account of being privacy loving enough to never give out any family life fuzzy dinner scene like descriptions of Laurie household in all his so far held interviews (very surprising since lovely household, stable since inception of marriage in manner of normal and hence weirdly dysfunctional Brit family and with no rehab checked in offspring so far) and stiff upper lip land loving enough to be depressed in LA despite finding it thoroughly challenging to play gorgeous character in House (Do not mean to sound like I know him in manner of next door neighbour. I don't. I know, its a shame. That's one human instance who's brain I want to pick.). Anyway, so I'm just wondering - what is MOAB? And why has Stephen Fry named his autobiography 'MOAB is my Washpot'? In an unprecedented catastrophe, Google has failed me. Oh, and I was a bit disappointed. Only one mention of House, Gregory, M.D. in Chapter 4, and a teeny tiny B&W picture of Fry and him playing chess in Cambridge dorm room (they were roomies, and they are playing in..um..coats. In the dorm room. No, really.). Let's hope he stars significantly in coming chapters. Post post note: (As in post script note) Have realised on completely unrelated note that there are 3 parts to love - one, chemistry, two, comfort and three, compatibility. Usually people get comfort and compatibility bang on target and mistake the resulting combination for love. I have friends who forgot the chemistry part, mistaking friendship for love, only to realise it a one night stand later. I have even more friends who forgot all except the chemistry part. I must be the only idiot who forgot the compatibility part. Even when the person feels like your best friend and a fantastic partner - sometimes you just don't fit. Your life manuals are written in different scripts, even if they aim towards a similar goal. Leads to impedance mismatch. And sooner or later, the, er,voltage hits the fan. Post 'post post note' note : Please ignore above post post note as more emotional crap (refer to previous 2 posts if in doubt of level of emotional crap this poster can stoop to). Labels: Book review, love
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