...a picaresque novel of charm and verve... A rueful confessional memoir is also a perceptive portrait of a troubled age. -- Julia Flynn in Sunday Telegraph, August 2003
...snappy, snortingly funny and incredibly propulsive - the apparently aimless narrative grips throughout. -- Paul Connolly in Times (Play), July 2003
...this is a rites of passage tale that pushes all the right 1980s nostalgia buttons. -- Daily Mirror, July 2003
Delingpole can write, for sure... Boswell's buffoonery and even some of his scapegrace charm. -- Anthony Quinn in Daily Telegraph, August 2003
I applaud Delingpole's reckless courage... [his] writing crackles with energy and wicked humour. -- Simon Shaw in Mail on Sunday, August 2003
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It's 1984 and wearing the bad clothes and bad hairstyle that everyone wore back then because they didn't realise it was the early Eighties, Josh starts his first year at Oxford busting with hopes, ambitions, and ludicrously unrealistic expectations. Brideshead has just been on TV, the Sloane Ranger Handbook has laid down the rules, and now all Josh needs is to find his own Sebastian Flyte (preferably with a tasty sister). But what he also wants to do is to take lots of drugs, hang with the cool set, wear black, lose his virginity, shag lots of chicks and listen to the Smiths and New Order. The two aims, he discovers, are not necessarily compatible. But then very few of his ambitions are, for Josh is a man who wants everything and isn't going to stop until he gets it. Or, at least, until ten years of heavy-duty reality intervene to hint that life might be a touch messier and more complicated than was dreamt of in his philosophy. THINLY DISGUISED AUTOBIOGRAPHY is the story of that rude awakening, from the horrors of Fleet Street to the thrills of the LA riots, the Es at the Wag to trips at Glastonbury, from Oxford to London via Venice, Spetses, Laguna Beach and Bromsgove: the highs, the lows, and even a tiny bit of romance.