I gave this three stars because there were some genuinely funny, laugh out loud moments but in all honesty, the bits describing his life and attitudes to people and situations led me to the conclusion that the man is mentally ill and a victim of his admitted over use of drugs and alcohol. There was obviously a lot of filler represented by comedy scripts he'd thrown in to provide some insight into the drugged state he was in from time to time but what I can't get over is how appalled I was at the angry and bitter polemics he used to describe situation which offended him. Some of his rants weren't far off the two dimensional screamer headlines employed by the Daily Mail and it's ilk. Yes, being offensive at such things may be part of his schtick but really, this book does no more than prove that he should be led off in one of those jackets that ties up at the back to a quiet room and given a few years of intense therapy. I'm not a fan of autobiographies generally, agreeing that many of them are just self-congratulatory sugar coating and wishful thinking interpretations of real life, but equally, their antithesis as represented by this book, makes uncomfortable reading. I genuinely came away feeling sorry for this guy because, if the content is true, then the title of the book is all too apt. Hope he gets well soon.