Wait, don’t slash your wrists along the veins in the way that most hollywood films won’t show you.
I can understand that you want to kill yourself because of general unease in the middle east, the global economic situation or kids attacking shops. I know that somewhere a cute white child has gone missing and you’ve lost faith in humanity. Maybe the death of the shastribot is upsetting you deeply, or you’re an international cricketer prone to suicide because cricket is a fucked up sport. I get it.
But don’t slit that wrist just yet, first, buy my book.
Sure it’s about the Ashes and you hate the Ashes, but I wrote it, and it has a scene of an Autopsy on the front.
I mean, it’s totally balls to your face awesome.
The world is a fucked up place, and I understand why you may want to end your life, but it would be stupid of you to kill yourself before buying my book.
So buy it, and maybe some rat poison, via the internet and you can read the book and then go out on a high.
For those who like to amazon.
Some of you like to book depository.
There is also flipkart and angus and robertson, but both seem to think the book is out of print, which seems odd.
As for you Kindle ePub fans, I am told there will be a downloadable version, but I don’t know when just yet.
I know some of you sick depraved types like autographed copies, so you can email me via cwb at cricketwithballs.com and I’ll charge you extra and scribble something down that not even I can read.
And as a special treat for all 7 of you who want it, I shall be recording my own Audio Book in the next two weeks or so, it will be me reading the book, probably abusing the bits I no longer like, and you know, mumbling a lot. It’ll be a audiobook/author’s commentary/podcast type nonsense.
Also, don’t kill yourself, I don’t want to go on if a reader of my site kills themself while Tony Greig still exists.
