I Couldn't help thinking about Tom Cruise bouncing up and down on a couch on Oprah's TV show while I was reading this. Why on earth do they expect actors to be intelligent?
Some bright spark at Penguin thought of asking Guinness if they could publish 18 months worth of his diary and this is the result.
What he had for dinner, what the weather was like, who he holidayed with. Riveting stuff .
Now and again he ventures into profundity. Like this , written in the dead of winter, "Where is all this global warming we read about?".
A little later, " I can't think why anyone in this country wants to get rid of the Upper House....Of course it should be occupied only through inheritance and not topped up with temporary titles." He is being serious.
The book is a load of cods. I love him in "The Bridge Over The River Kwai", but going by this it would have been better to leave him there.