If you're reading this review then you probably know all about John Waters anyway, and you won't need me to tell you how deleriously funny, shocking and outrageous his early movies are, even by today's standards. "Female Trouble", where the acid-scarred Divine goes from juvenile delinquent to monstrous beauty queen and ultimately fame-obsessed mass murderer; and "Desperate Living", with its fairy-tale like depiction of fascism, homosexuality, graphic genital mutilation and rabies aren't exactly the type of films to watch with your loved one on a Saturday night, but once seen they're NEVER forgotten. Surprisingly though, from a man who freely admits that his ultimate intention was to shock the cinema-going public, this autobiography cum celebration of trash is an accessible and often warm and homely read (honestly!) Beginning with his childhood, which consisted of a Catholic education and an unhealthy obsession with car crashes, Waters leads us a merry dance through his twisted little world of freaks, female impersonators and dinners of dog poo, giving us the low-down on the making of his movies and the "multiple maniacs" who starred in them. It's an old book though, written in 1981, when the "Polyester", his scratch-n-sniff movie, was in pre-production, but there's a retrospective introduction at the beginning, which brings the text up to date. So if you only know of Waters through "Hairspray", which is still his most publicly accessible film to date, then chances are you're going to be unpleasantly surprised by the outrageous recollections documented herein (my favourite being the family who tried to take him to court because they were shocked at "Pink Flamingos." If however you are familiar with Waters's output from his less mainstream days, then you'll love this little trip into the memories and obsessions of the Pope of Trash.