THE ART OF AUTO-FELLATIO
Oral Sex for One by Gary Griffin
Gary Griffin's book deals sensitively with a controversial subject but I think the title, The Art of Auto-fellatio, is a bit pretentious. Since when has receiving it in a car been considered an art? I should know.
In June, 1995, when I was grabbed by the fuzz while parked with a hooker near Sunset Boulevard, then nabbed by the police a few minutes later, I spun a story that attempted to show we'd only been talking. The cops had just about bought it when Divine, keen to back me up, opened her big mouth, again, and said all I'd done was pay her 20 bucks to chew the fat. I still have the embarrassing picture of that day in my mind and it's definitely not art.
South Kensington, London