- Grazia: "Part funny, but part hugely disturbing"
- Observer: "To his expanding CV can now be added a scandalous, libidinous memoir that is better written and more entertaining than any number of the celebrity autobiographies that clog the shelves of bookshops"
- Ian Hislop, author: "335 dismal, masturbatory pagey-wages" (although technically I think it should have been pagey-wageys)
So I have no intention of spending money on it. But I'd be interested to hear anyone else's opinion, if they've read it?
Also, I think I might have a moral issue with buying a book that is solely about a guy's issues with drugs, sex and self-harm, and solely profiting said sexed-up, self-harming boozer. To me that's almost promoting that kind of life by paying money to read a book about it.
*This is not a typo. Loath and loathe are two completely different words with two completely different meanings. Look it up.**
**Too lazy to look it up? Loathe = to hate. Loath = does not want [to do something, e.g. buy a book about a druggie]