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Knowing me, Andy Kershaw, knowing you, book-buying public. Aah-haa..!!,
This review is from: No Off Switch (Paperback)
A disturbing thing happened to me, about 30 pages into `No Off Switch'. Suddenly, instead of hearing Kershaw's Lancashire burr in my head, I started getting Alan Partridge. This situation lasted, quite enchantingly, until the end of the book.
No surprise, perhaps. Both Partridge and Kershaw bask in reflected glory in a manner that only DJ's can ... except with Partridge, it's an exercise in satire. Kershaw, unfortunately, just comes across here as unironically self-regarding, compounding the `wince' factor by offering a sour word (or two) on almost everyone he meets. Then again, history - particularly in the field of personal relations - has proved Andy Kershaw pretty much everyone's moral superior and a unimpeachable role model as a partner/father, so I suppose he's on safe enough ground. Nice, too, the way he chooses to commemorate all his youthful conquests by naming the recipients of his lustful largesse. Bet they're all really, really grateful. Classy chap.