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18 of 22 people found the following review helpful:
2.0 out of 5 stars
Filthy, Rich and Codswallop, 5 April 2006
I assume that if you're interested in reading about Rik Mayall then you would be familiar with his work. I think the best comparison I can draw to sum up this book is the film "Guesthouse Paradiso".Remember how excited you were at the thought of sitting down to a feature length version of "Bottom", only for it to fall flat on it's backside when you realised it somehow seemed tedious and a joke that had been stretched out too far? That's the exact feeling you get when trawling through this book. The first few pages will make you laugh, it seems fresh and fun. After 50, then 100, then 150 pages the joke is starting to wear very thin, leaving you with such a bad taste you will not want to read it to it's conclusion. For a man that seems to pride himself on his self confessed comedic writing genius it is a sad state of affairs that he seems incapable of actually stringing together the story of his own life in a sensible and interesting format. It is such a crying shame because, like "Guesthouse Paradiso" this book COULD have been the funniest thing since sliced bread, but alas it misses the target by such a wide berth it ends up being an embarrassment. I give this book 2 stars for two reasons. The cover art made me smile and i thought it was a clever eye catching design with a title that drew me into believing this was a book I HAD to read (as it is supposed to do) and for the reason that at least Mr Mayall wrote this himself (even though a dyslexic 12 year old would possibly have made a better stab at telling a coherent tale). To summarise - avoid like the plague. it might seem like a good idea but in truth you'll regret parting with your cash.
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