I write this as a dejected, former Peter Kay acolyte.
As far as I'm concerned, the sparkling, young, northern wit who could wrap an audience around his finger has long gone.
Why? I'll tell you why:
This badly-written book and its follow-up ('Saturday Night Peter'); the scraping-the-bottom-of-every-barrel DVD releases ('Stand Up Ukay' being just one example) and the disgraceful way 'Phoenix Nights' was hijacked and re-named 'Peter Kay's Phoenix Nights' (apparently causing such ructions with the other writers that Series Three never happened), have left me with the feeling that I was stupid to have thought for even a moment that Peter Kay was an everyman character and 'one of us'. Yes I know, how naive.
The sound of laughter? No, the sound of a disillusioned ex-fan.