I'm reading Roger Lewis's Erotic Vagrancy about Richard Burton & Liz Taylor and it's...er, something. His biographies are always an experience (his Peter Sellers book was interesting in its way but the Anthony Burgess one was nothing but a hatchet job).
Anyway this one is eye-opening if only for the sheer hedonism and opulence of their life together. Lewis isn't at all a fan of Taylor's and she's portrayed as a total nightmare - complaining she couldn't have a fireplace on her private plane was almost the least of it.

oops, you're quite right, must be this awful waeather. By way of apology I'm going to recommend Mister Silly by Roger Hargreaves.

He used to live quite close to me and claimed he had a working life which went something like sitting in a pub for 9 months thinking about his next book and then writing like crazy for the next 3 months.
Alternating between sci-fi and regular fiction kept it more interesting for him.
Not a bad way to live!

We were about the same age so a lot of what he writes about rings a bell with me. I wouldn't have minded spending a few months drinking with him! Gone far too soon.