While I have recently confirmed that I was no Durannie, I can't say I was completely disinterested in bassist John Taylors' new memoir, "In the Pleasure Groove: Love, Death, and Duran Duran." (John was the hottest member by far.) The stuff about him bitching his proud parents out for saving a bunch of fan mail that had arrived while he was away on his first tour sounds pretty harsh -- “I emptied the sacks in a rageful frenzy, dumping the contents violently on the floor . . . frothing at the mouth, tearing up the envelopes unopened. My parents watched the rampage, their mouths agape. ‘Don’t you get it, you two? I don’t f - - - ing care about any of this!’ ” -- but if nothing else, all the sex and drugs (and PHOTOS!) might be worth a look! Read HERE.