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on 12 January 2012
I have to admit I didn't buy this book, it was left on a train seat (don't blame them!) and I had nothing else to read and a 2.5 hour journey so I thought "what the heck" and cracked on. I would have been better served counting pylons pass.
I will concede that I've never liked the guy - he's not even 'pub funny' and so that transpired as I read this over-inflated , talentless ego harp on about the old days and his days as a celebrity.
The writing is second rate, the anecdotes are uninteresting and he fails to to tickle my funnybone even once. I would rather slit open my scrotum, insert 15 live wasps and stitch my scrotum back together, then ask Ian Botham to set about my knees with a cricket bat whilst I sit back and down a pint of caustic soda, whilst watching some 'Katie - what I did next' than put myself through that again. Suffice to say I don't recommend anyone read this drivel, much less actually spend some of your hard earned cash on it. I'm struggling to imagine who would actually buy this 'celebrity's book, but evidently some people did.
Naturally I left it on the train when I alighted. I'll never get those 2 hours back!