Synopsis
The author writes: 'I didn't want to write a rock 'n' roll biography, the sort that documents the early struggle for fame, works through a successful middle period, and chronicles the downfall via a collection of lurid drug-related episodes and boring contractual details, before finally fizzling out in a collection of lame anecdotes designed to demonstrate what a great guy I am now that life's being good to me and I'm on the straight and narrow. WH Smith's is already full of crap like that.