Terry's book charts his life from the streets of Manchester as a child through his career as a radio DJ and then settles down to spend several chapters charting his early hopes and eventual disillusionment as presenter of The Word.
To those of us brought up in the North of England in the 80s and 90s this book will reinforce what many of us thought all along - that the London-centric media leached the Manchester music scene dry and hijacked the history of dance music. But forgive me, because I'm starting to rant here, and it's the ranting throughout this book that starts to drag it down a little.
Terry strongly believes that a media scene dominated by Southern, middle class, public school nepotism was the cause of all ills, both for himself and The Word. Unfortunately, like a great orator that overstays their welcome, he mentions this fact on virtually every page. This could be construed as either bitterness or laziness. Given some of the lows that his career took after The Word I'd suspect the former. The London media scene and The Word were the goose that lay the golden egg for Terry. It was also the goose that bit him on his backside and chased him out the farmyard once it grew bored of him, leaving our hero a little miffed to say the least.
Terry's class war aside, this is still a great read. It'll raise more than a few chuckles, prompt more than a few nods in agreement and bring back memories to many. A must read.