The King of Cool

Long gone are the days when people would sit around and hear (tolerate) stories of old. Even the thought of an elderly person rambling "Let me tell you a story about my day" while settling into their favourite chair is enoght to make most people fake liver failure just to get out of there. But here's a free tip, some people's stories are well worth the time.

How about a kid who grew up on the streets, stole cars, spent a small time as a pimp, lost his virginity to a prostitute in exchange for baked goods, did time, then eventually made good in Hollywood and was dubbed the 'King of Cool'? Huh, what about then? Bet you'd listen wouldn't you. Have more respect for your elders.

To be honest old people are boring and deserve you proclaiming loudly "Get with the times grandpa, noone cares how the "wireless" (inverted commas hand gesture) works, geeze" before you go back to scrolling through songs on your iPod and blowing excessive bubbles with your gum. But god help you if you say that to Steve McQueen or else you'll have me (an anomyous stranger, yeah) to deal with.

I may be biased in my admiration/homage for Steve McQueen (see header photo) but a movie star dubbed the coolest man alive, with impecible styling, a love for motorcycle racing, and a colourful past, seems pretty hard to top. Written by Michael Munn, who took a road trip with McQueen in the summer of 1970, it'll be an awesome read about a radical guy. Get involved.

The book, coming September 2010, is "Steve McQueen - Living on the Edge". Trust me you could waste your time reading far worse material, like Dan Brown, or this blog. Go learn about how to be cool.

EDIT: Is it nerdy to speak about books 'coming soon' like you would with films? Maybe. Good thing I don't care about your opinion and go to sleep on a bed of naked models every night. Phenominal back support.