There wasn't much in this book I actually believed. Yes, I believed the parts where the author pulls rank on various colleagues by suddenly announcing he's actually a member of the aristocracy whose father owns a castle. And I believed the bits about Marilyn being impossibly difficult to work with. But the chapter in the book where Marilyn sneaks out on an escapade with the author and pours out her heart to him is beyond ridiculous. Furthermore the tone of the book was snobby and sneering - Colin finds it amusing to treat women in the most unkind way - he delights in telling us how unintelligent the 'little wardrobe girl' is. However, some of the 'diary' is written in a fairly lively style so I'll give it a couple of stars - just to be kind.