Frank Muir's life-story is not all that remarkable - plenty of people have had reasonably happy childhoods, their share of good and bad fortune, success in their chosen field, and so on. However, what makes this autobiography stand out from the rest is the wealth of anecdote and humour to be found on almost every page. The life story is basically an excuse for the telling of a vast number of funny stories and the recounting of memories of encounters with fascinating people.
Anyone who ever heard Frank on the radio or saw his TV appearances on "Call my Bluff" and the like will remember his beautifully quirky way of putting things. This style is apparent throughout the book, proof positive that no 'ghosts' had a hand in this autobiography.
A word of warning, though. Read this book yourself, and don't let your partner get hold of it first. Otherwise you will suffer a constant diet of "I must just read you this bit"! - as my long-suffering wife can testify!
There is a sad note to the book in that Frank died shortly after completing it, and there is an afterword to this effect written by Jamie Muir, the son of Frank and Polly. Their loss must of course be infinitely greater than that of those of us who knew his talent but not the man himself. However, having this book means that some very happy memories can be preserved.