Then again, everyone has a book written about them these
days. For comedians it's a way of proving they can be funny in print too. It gives musicians a chance to broadcast their party hardy ways,
and the number of girls they knobbed. And as for politicians? They can finally
explain what led them to make that one inexplicable decision that changed the country for ever (or got them fired. Or landed them on the cover of the Sun. Or any combination of the above).
So what makes a person ripe for an autobiography? I suppose
'a long life' isn't all that relevant after all. Justin Bieber has an
autobiography and he's a whippersnapper. Anne Frank surely had a story to tell
even though she was barely a teenager. So I won't get all hung up on the fact that
Daley is only 18 years old.
Daley has accomplished stuff too. I mean, he's up there on
the diving platform right now, competing with the world's best. You could argue that winning an Olympic medal would be nice before you actually write your memoires, but
then again, most of us never get this far. I'd brag a little too if I were him.
Right then. How about the 'interesting bits' in his life? I
would imagine Daley's spent most of it in a swimming pool, going through the
same grueling schedule every day, while his weekends were probably spent
competing, also in a swimming pool. (I used to be a competition swimmer at an
appallingly low level and even I had to spend most of my spare time in a
swimming costume, dripping and shivering away. So there, I do know what I'm
talking about.) Still, his life manages to fill 288 pages. I don't think I'll
be reading them.
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