A book which is not just tedious in the extreme, but utterly vile. Part autobiography, part witless musing, and one more triumph for the crass stupidity rapidly replacing culture in this country. Hopelessly banal and nauseatingly self-assured, smirkingly unfunny, it constitutes 304 pages of vomit-inducingly putrid nonsense, that should not be read by anyone, ever.
When Lovejoy's not listing his media achievements with a breathtaking lack of guile, he's sneering at those "sad" enough to take an interest in football history, revealing his lack of knowledge about life outside the Premier League and there is rarely a page which doesn't demonstrate his insularity, self-satisfaction and a startlingly small mind.
Desperate attempts to stress his friendships with numerous celebrity figures do little to improve the experience. He'll "even watch the occasional game of rugby now, because I'm friends with a lot of the players like Will Greenwood, Matt Dawson, Lawrence Dallaglio and Austin Healy". How very bold of you, Tim.
"The hardest thing about leaving Soccer AM," he says regretfully, "is the thought that I might no longer be influencing the game." True, it'll be tough. But who knows? Perhaps the game will struggle on.