One I didn't buy last year but certainly would have done if I hadn't known my sister would do so and pass on to me at Christmas. Now working my way through it and it's certainly not dull. One thing I must state immediately before I get going on this series is that my feelings about Bobby are rather mixed.
I think he's a second rate vocalist of a middle ranking band who got rather lucky. But Bobby himself has always given good press and there's no reason to believe this should be any less than entertaining.
The opening 25 pages seem to bear this out. After a very good and atmospheric beginning, Gillespie slips very early into self-aggrandising mode. He's a lover not a fighter. His mum and dad were salt of the earth, Stakhanovist working class types. Glasgae through and through Meanwile Bobby, pretty much by the age of four is a wee Marxist revolutionary at the barricades brandishing his Molotov Cocktail at The Man. It's all slightly daft and faintly ridiculous really but I think I'm going to enjoy it.
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