Forgive me for being coy earlier this week by hinting at a revelation from the embargoed Eric Clapton memoir. Although I find such book embargos useless and aggravating, my only access to the book was through someone who had already signed off on the confidentially agreement, so I respected the code of silence, even if I thought it was stupid. But now that I’ve discovered PW‘s review of Clapton ran Monday, referencing that “surprising” detail, I can spill the beans: Eric Clapton’s love of hunting, and eating what he kills, rivals Ted Nugent’s, and he even defends “other countryside pursuits” against criticism from people “who have watched too many Disney movies,” which pretty much establishes where he stands on the British controversy over fox hunting.
I admit, it’s not really all that exciting, is it? Especially contrasted to all the stories of junkie excess which, let’s face it, are going to be luring in a good chunk of the readership.