This autobiography will be a great companion when you want to drop in and join the rather dodgy company of Billy 'Mad Dog' McLeod and his mates for a few shenanigans. The author takes you on a very funny walk though his life which is, at times sad, but usually hilarious and very often bizarre. After an account of his early life, during which time he was able to avail himself of 'Her Majesty's Pleasure', for much of the book you find yourself on tour with Mad Dog and his equally mad collection of pals as they make their way around the World to support the Scotland football team. This is the Tartan Army, which Mad Dog has tattooed prominently on his arm. One of my favourite stories is when they meet a stray dog in Italy. Caesar, the dog, becomes just one of the boys as the group find themselves causing havoc in the south of France. This is just shortly after they have laid a wreath at the grave of Bonnie Prince Charlie in the Vatican City in Rome...yes, I do mean 'in' the Vatican. In fact you get the feeling that the author would have fitted in quite well back at the time of Bonnie Prince Charlie and Culloden. And you are left with the lingering suspicion that if he had the outcome of the battle might have been a bit different. The book is a treasure trove of stories. The narrative flows along very well. You feel that you are sitting there listening to McLeod himself talk in the accent of his local part of Scotland. While many of the antics he recounts are hair raising to say the least, you are strangely drawn to the guy. He may not have been the type of chap your Mother would have been happy you were going out to play with, but it would have been a fast learning curve and you'd have probably ended up the better for it....had you survived to tell the tale! Well Mad Dog has, thankfully, and this book proves it.