This is tons of fun. I say that with a bit of caution, because amongst all the stories of wildman antics and rows with record companies there are unwanted children given up for adoption, drug deaths and a murder. And I can't say I find Lemmy's views on disability funny, or agree with the argument he uses to justify his collection of Nazi memorabilia. But mostly this is a fast, enjoyable read. The anecdotes come in a torrent, told in a way that usually sounds like Lemmy's authentic voice rather than ghostwriter's prose. Guitars are smashed, women swarm backstage, and band members' sanity comes unglued in all kinds of ways. All these rock and roll high jinks are described with dry amusement, but sometimes the tone unexpectedly shifts and a kind of stubborn common sense comes through, which helps to explain why Lemmy is one of the great survivors.
He gives a rattling good account of a time in the early 60s when one of the lifestyle options for a young man was to become a 'dosser', hitching from town to town, living in squats, scrounging food from girls - like the life on the road glorified in American films, but seedier, in a typically British way. Lemmy was a dosser with a guitar, which led him first into RnB bands in Manchester, and later to London psychedelia, until eventually he joined Hawkwind (by accident).
With the rise of Hawkwind, and then Motorhead, the tours got bigger and the drug use got more manic, and from this point the book is all about the anecdotes. Personal favourites are a story about trying to teach Sid Vicious to play bass (the attempt was futile), and another about the Motorhead boys setting fire to a caravan and pushing it into a Finnish lake, creating an effect which the great man describes rather elegantly as 'very Arthurian'.