Nothing is more annoying to a writer than to read someone else's book and find it brilliant. This is hilariously funny in parts, and very moving at times, too - it's well observed and well written. It's a semi-fictionalised memoir, rather than a novel or straight autobiography, but it feels entirely emotionally true, which is no mean feat. I'm not in the least partisan, because I've never met the author, though I remember his comic duo stuff ['The Men who Know'] on Loose Ends. I hope he goes back to journalism quietly and leaves more space on the shelves for my books.