Cor blimey, apples and pears, the boy Bushell has done it again, another `tell it like it is' book, only this time with his larger than life life story thrown into the mix as well.
I gotta be honest, this book made me laugh more than any other opus over recent years, although given the serious nature of the books I tend to read this shouldn't be too much of a shock.
Even if you don't like the bloke, or his cunningly planted opinions, he deserves respect for airing his linen, dirty or otherwise, in public, as he has always managed to write in an entertaining manner and usually with something interesting to say. This Bush is definitely on fire, with his autobiography dredging up his past, be it good, bad or forgotten.
In many ways it is three books in one. On the one hand we read about Garry's middle-class upbringing at private school, not to mention his street battles against those who didn't like his posh accent, with the end result being his lapsing into self-denial and championing various working-class causes, such as the Oi! scene of the late 1970s. The next section of the book concentrates on his life on the road in the early/mid 1980s, with numerous stories of bodily fluids, alcoholic fluids and cleaning fluids (Domestos - it kills 99 per cent of all germs, apparently, as one poor roadie found out). Lastly, we read about his career in the media big time, rubbing shoulders with the rich, famous and...err...The Blood - who seem to turn up every couple of pages or so! Personally I found this the most interesting bit, and his verbal sparring with the likes of Sun editor Kelvin MacKenzie were revealing of the pressures newspaper columnists worked under, especially if sanity was only a distant relative.
All manner of characters turn up in this rampage, punk and Oi! veterans like Garry Johnson, Stinky Turner, Micky Fitz and The Blood, through to rock Gods like Ozzy Osbourne, Hanoi Rocks and Ritchie Blackmore - a strange guy indeed - not to mention `celebs' such as Barbara Windsor (BW), Dale Winton - jumping out of Garry's closet no less - and others whose fame escapes me. One of the best bits is his `top ten feuds,' with Ben Elton, Jo Brand and Billy Bragg all making fairly obvious appearances. I also `enjoyed' the image of him `splashing one out' to BW when he was a teenager.
Throughout the book one is left with a certain image of Mr Bushell, a man who seems to have an almost suicidal urge to get up peoples' noses, especially if they happen to be of either a hard left or right persuasion. Reading this book over two days he seems to have had more scrapes with the lefties and righties than Enoch Powell, Tony Benn and Maggie Thatcher combined. A man of the people, for sure.
After reading this I reckon Mr Bushell is the much trumpeted Third Way in British politics. He'd get my vote any day of the week - at least we would get some decent music on the telly - Oi! Oi! Oi!
PS For those without a sense of sarcasm the posh accent line was a joke.