The first time I read this my face ached from grinning so much; it's a lovely, warm, funny book that kept making me squeal with delight and recognition. It brings back so many memories of that topsy-turvy time when the underground went overground- and how!- and our guitar heroes populated the daily gossip columns. This delicious read is probably the least bitchy biog for years and all revelations are strictly entertaining. Steve's real life shyly peeks up through the pop trivia now and again: blink and you'll miss it. Craftily, though, the man himself remains mostly an enigma. A second installment, including the last turbulent year, would be *fascinating*, but actually I don't think that is particularly Steve's style. Shame.