This is the worst example of a badly glued patchwork of tabloid stories. I have ever seen. The big type says it all. But you have to read the review on Chortle.com to get the full picture though. The author says nothing new and wastes loads of time padding it out with rubbish observations about Russ's football team West Ham and pointless comments. The most interesting thing about the book is the title and even that's ripped off from a Sun headline. Forget 'Mad, Bad and Dangerous to Know'. This book is just plain bad. Anyone who loves Russell will be masively dissappointed.