As someone who was very much around at the time, and a big fan of Culture Club, I found this absolutely un-putdownable. It's a real roller-coaster of emotions, and you really have to take your Rasta hat off to George for being so frank and unequivocal in this account of his rocky road from rags to riches and then his descent into drug-addicted ruin. For anybody who remembers those crazy days of the eighties, there are some funny and wildly entertaining memories to relish, as well as some startling revelations that complete this jigsaw of his colourful life. Some of his exploits seem so implausible that you could be forgiven for thinking this is fiction, and you have to wonder if some of it has been embellished by George's own imagination, but the grim last quarter of the book pulls no punches at all in the telling of his drug addiction and the destructive, heartbreaking end to his affair with Jon Moss. Best of all though, there's no question that George has pulled himself together and there's a real sense of optimism and hope at the end. A true and honest testament that life can be good again, even for someone who has hit rock bottom. One of the best showbiz autobiographies ever.