Frank Skinner is undoubtedly one of the funniest and most successful comedians appearing on British screens. Born Chris Collins in 1957, he grew up in the West Midlands where he inherited his father's passion for football, a West Bromich Albion supporter, along with a liking for alcohol.
Expelled from school at 16, Frank held various jobs, later going on to gain an MA in English Literature. Nurturing a serious drinking problem from the age of 14, Frank eventually turned to Catholicism in 1987 and hasn't had a drink since.
He performed his first stand-up gig in December 1987. His first television appearance in 1988 met with fits of laughter from the audience and 131 complaints, including one from cabinet minister Edwina Currie. He met fellow comedian David Baddiel in 1990, and the two went on to share a flat throughout the early 90s and to create the hit TV series Fantasy Football League.
Winner of the prestigious Perrier Award at the Edinburgh Festival, Skinner's is a unique mixture of laddish and philosophical humour which has won him the prime-time ITV show "The Frank Skinner Show." Here, for the first time, Frank candidly tells us of the highs and lows of his fascinating life and career.
I bought this book whilst in hospital and feeling a little down hence the humorous books rather than what I would usually read. It was bought alongside Billy Connolly's biography written by his wife, Pamela Stephenson. Frank really is rather candid in this book, it's sometimes quite shocking the kind of information he discloses but it adds to the giggles! It cheered me up a lot even though I didn't actually expect to enjoy it. I ended up buying it as there were no other humorous books in the hospital shop, I didn't regret it. It's a top mixture of humour, fun & details about his life - from his childhood right up to adulthood. Highly recommended.
Thought I'd just write a mini-review about one of my favourite comedy autobiographies. I first read this when it came out ten years ago and must have re-read it approximately twenty times, at least - I swear I nearly wet myself on several occasions. Definitely not one to read on the bus without making a complete fool of yourself.
A great narrative structure - the chapters alternate between his current life (or then current) and events from his past. The family stories are brilliant, sad, honest, affectionate. And for anyone interested in stand-up comedy, this is an invaluable account of how to go about achieving this very brave ambition. Albeit a very roundabout way of achieving it.
Be warned, the content is pretty full-on. He does not hold back on the rather sordid accounts of his sexual history, but without the honesty this would feel pretty hollow.
3,5 звездички. Франк е готин и забавен и много известен на острова поне. Имаше яки смешки. Любимата ми е, когато разказва със самоирония (добрият хумор винаги има голяма доза от това) за това колко е яко да си известен и на едно парти обсъжда това на някакъв много готин тип, на име Ник. Онзи го слушал и симал и казал, да, знам, аз съм в група. О, така ли, попитал леко саркастично Франк. Някоя, която съм чувал. Не знам дали си чувал, казал Ник, Пинк Флойд е групата :))
Слушах я на аудиокнига и самият Франк я чете. Cool 😎 guy
Frank Skinner is excoriatingly honest in this book.
To his credit, he doesn't shy away from his dodgy past as a bully and a vandal. The sex is vivid and at times rancid. Driven (like all of us) by a desire to be loved, Skinner seeks this acceptance through his humour and his promiscuity, and you get a sense that it is never fulfilled. The promiscuity is distressing at times, particularly as there is a superficiality and cruelty to it that doesn't do justice to the depth of the man. His passages about his Catholic faith - lost and found again - are riveting and there are some classic moments there. His observations are shrewd, and there is a cultural commentary that is incisive. In an age of radical transparency and narcissistic exhibitionism - fuelled by facebook and social media - Frank Skinner could become the patron saint of comedians. If only he'd tone down the swearing a bit and his obsession with anal sex - as Oscar Wilde said - all saints have a past .....
Frank is one of my favourite comedians so when I saw this lurking in a charity shop I had to get it.
A snapshot into his early life, and his life 10 years ago (when it was written) this book made me laugh out loud every few pages, the slightly rambling style means there is no definite narrative story, but I think he intended it that was (or would like us to believe that!).
I just wish there was a new edition with his last 10 years in, as this is the period I know him the best, perhaps one day!
I am not a big fan of Frank Skinner but the book was recommended to me by a friend who raved about it. Once I started it I couldn't put it down. A very funny and thoroughly entertaining read. For me Frank Skinner is one of those people that I feel I don't particularly like yet I find his shows entertaining and funny. The same must be said about this book. A good enjoyable read.
You could use this book as a primary source on 90s lad mag culture. I'm just not into 40-something old men sexualising Japanese schoolgirls and cheerfully describing the ways they used to bully people. At least it's honest? #FOOTBALLSCOMINGHOME
Frank Skinner's very candid autobiography written in 2001. Born Chris Collins in Oldbury, he writes quite openly about his serious alcohol addiction, sex, football, in particular his love of WBA, his faith, and how he turned his life around at 30.
The book does jump around a fair amount which made it heavy going in places, and there are some very funny stories, mostly told so he can deliver a good punchline, but also some grim episodes, Corky the prostitute for one, his frequent bed wetting and being bullied but also verbally bullying others at school and some mindless vandalism.
Most interesting take from the book is how he went from being his local pubs drunk and jester, everyone's mate, sniggering at his own puerile smutty quips, to obtaining a Honours degree in English, and then through hard work and determination, and continuingly honing his act to become the UK's foremost stand-up comics at the time.
Skinner did seem to have a predilection for younger women, he met his first wife when she was 17 and he was 31. She later described him as someone who obsessed with porn films and sex fantasies, cold and unfeeling. Although to his credit he does give his reflections on all his relationships.
He relates one childhood story were he stands, in the dark, at the end of his garden and screams as loud as he can for no apparent reason. Having seen one of his shows I can relate to this.
Quite well written, for someone who apparently didn't enjoy the writing, reminiscences of his childhood, comedy and TV career that are worth reading. All the different facets to his personality are discussed in sometimes brutal honesty and but always good humour.
I only know Frank from Room 101 so didn't know what to expect on this one. It was a really interesting read and he is obviously intelligent with a varied history and fascinating rags to riches story. Definitely warts and all and feels as 'real' as a autobiography can be. A stream of consciously type set out, which I thought worked well, but he seemed to swing between taking himself not at all seriously and too seriously. Something he appears to acknowledge as he has some pretty big insecurities on display. It is sad however, how badly he treats women and seems to see them as objects. I hope he has changed in the 10 + years since he wrote this book.
I could not get into it, I hated the idea of going back and forth. It just bored me with the constant mention of football - shame really as I love him as a comedian.
I have always been a fan of Frank when he has been on the telly. I found him funny, approachable and looking out for the working class. Not anymore. I believe he started his life like that, he is from a Catholic, working-class background living in Oldbury. These early years are when his compassion and consideration for others stopped. From the stories he tells, he was a bully, although he doesn't see it this way. He used to make fun of school friends, vandalise property and be disrespectful to anyone who questioned him. He thought he was a big man at secondary school because he was funny. He became like this at the expense of others in his school. He used humour to defend the underlying causes of his problems.
Not only were his shenanigans growing up debatable, the way he spoke as an adult were questionable. He repeatedly talks about how rich he now is. "Oh look at me, I used to be poor and now I am rich!" Poor little me. talking about how, at the time, he is the highest earning comic. Talking about how much he earns and how much he spends on buying new houses. He shows off and brags throughout the book. There are times when he calls himself out on being so big headed so I am aware a lot of his writing is meant with the tongue in cheek it is said, but it still came across like someone who doesn't see what they are doing wrong. He genuinely did not seem to see where he had been unfair or cruel in his life.
The quality of the stories in the book was good which is why I have rated the book as high as 6/10 considering how much I actually disliked him. I found he wrote specifically about events and he was very honest and open which can't be an easy thing to do when talking about your own life and your own highs and lows. He talks about love, although he only dates women in their twenties, and loss, death and birth, his love for football and his hatred for education. But he is just not the person I thought he was. Although I hope this will not change my opinion of him on the telly, I did not like him personally. I am sure he will be devastated to hear this, but that is my opinion. I can only hope the Frank I see on the telly is an act, I prefer him.
I am sorry but you may say oh it is okay he apologises and makes it okay, but he has only done that because he knows a number of women would stop reading at that stage and he wants people to carry on. It is like being at school and someone mocking you and following it up with, "ha, jokes." I have been humiliated but because you put, "jokes" at the end this is supposed to make it okay? Sorry Frank, but it doesn't.
The book was written in 2001, perhaps this shows a change in the times. These kinds of comments could have been okay then but had I have known the way Frank talks in the book, about women, about himself and how he bullied his way through childhood I would have not bought the book.
I am the first to admit though I will still watch him on telly, however, it will definitely make me look at him differently when he talks about poor little me coming from a working-class background. He claims to be a devote, strict Catholic...who sleeps with anything that moves, got married and divorced within 10 months and is a recovering alcoholic, oh what a good little boy. I fully acknowledge people have a background and they make mistakes, I am by no means a Saint, but he does not seem to want to acknowledge what caused all of these things, everything is a joke and it doesn't matter at whose expense.
I do enjoy an autobiography and it has been a long time since I have read one. I do prefer autobiographies to biographies as I feel you get to know the person better, they make the person feel more approachable and understanding. So I did feel I got to know the real Frank.
Overall, if I was to recommend this book to someone I would give them a good understanding of what to expect. I wouldn't reveal the jokes or the stories but I would let them know it could have a big influence on the opinion you originally held of Frank Skinner.
Rating: 6/10
10-Word-Review: Wouldn't recognise him as the same person, very disappointed Frank.
Firstly, I really like the guy. He’s down to earth and a very funny stand up. It’s certainly not ghosted because if it was it would be a lot more regimented in its structure and it definately seems that he has either pulled rank or put his foot down at the publisher to have it set in this way.
Frank alternates from one random anecdote to the next to funny story from his childhood to… oh yeah, remember this section when I really go off track and talk about this guy heckling me in the comedy store and wasn’t it funny and clever what I said and err... anyway where were we? Oh yeah, I’m trying to write this book in the most cack-handed way because I don’t want to come off as a show off or arrogant as I’m a man of the people see, and wasn’t really famous until I was 40… and still don’t think I am. Anyway, back to that original anecdote at the beginning of my second or third chapter and by page 28, a monkey has pissed on a young Frank at the zoo. Before the chapter is out, has been covered in a bucket of piss and has felt up his teacher at the nativity play. Some of it is pretty hard to keep track of.
There’s a lot about football in this book and in particular THAT song and THAT World Cup. I, on the other hand missed, the whole Three Lions fever.
In 1996, I was holed up working at a Butlins holiday camp and we tended not to get out a great deal. I heard enough of the song though. The DJ in the showbar played it constantly, at least three times a night around the championships. We ventured out to catch the England matches if we could and I remember the hyped tabloid newspaper covers from the time that Frank talks about but more so for me, the replenishment and lyrical re-write of the song for the World Cup two years later, was more superior. By this time, I had moved from the camp in Bognor to Brighton and was caught up in the whole atmosphere the second time around. So rather than the original lyrics, I remember more the line,
“We can dance Nobby’s dance, we can dance it in France.”
I actually fell in love with a certain girl from Sweden at the infamous England vs. Argentina match that David Beckham was sent off, at this pub in The Laines. It might not have been a great day for Beckham, but it was a great one for me. There are some really funny anecdotes about that campaign, including David Seaman asking Frank on the eve of the big match who Jules Rimet is, and of course Frank describing England’s semi final knockout against the Germans as “Football did come home, but someone had parked a big Audi across the driveway.”
Frank’s domestic footballing heart is in The Albion, the one of West Bromwich, where he is from. This is an important factor. He shares the same school of thought as I when it comes to football, and is the very reason I never got into it. That supporters should be from wherever they were born and/or lived for a considerable amount of time when they were young, (ergo) Man Utd supporters who live in Adelaide, for example. I fully believe in this and that’s why I never became a football supporter. That, and my local team was crap.
I was born and grew up in Redcar, so by this logic, which was very much felt by everyone around me, I became a Middlesbrough fan. Another reason I, albeit very briefly, became a Middlesbrough fan was because aswell as collecting dole, my father worked on the sly at Ayresome Park as a steward and sometimes, had to take me with him.
The first game he took me to was a belter. The Boro won 6-0, against Sheffield Utd. My father stuck me somewhere in the stands on some steps within some seating with a cup of Bovril (which I burnt my mouth on within about two minutes) and fucked off for the whole match. There’s probably some law against doing that now, but y’know the Tories were in power at the time. All I remember about the match was that Bernie Slaven strode through the mud with the ball, deep inside the Middlesbrough half and motored the length of the pitch to score in the Sheffield goal.
If only he had a 1996 call up. Halfway through the book, Frank expresses how he feels about writing the first half and wished he had the ability to ask his new mate, the reader, what he thinks.
I’m actually growing on this wacky, balls out narrative.
Insecurities though, lie in his modesty and sometimes come across as false when he eagerly protests at the opposite. Sure, that is hard to put across right when the extreme amount of your readers earn considerably less than you. He knows it. He’s aware of it. Part of him can’t take it and he comes across something he is not used to as a stand up, that same thing first time writers agonise over and so many take it as a hurdle that they cannot muster that of why and the need to roadtest.
There’s a lot of writing process banter right from the very start so aswell as you are just his mate chatting to you (something that Frank acheives fantastically well) in the Hen and Chickens over a pint of brown and mild, he takes you on this creative process to which is a rather odd reality idea to tackle with this sort of book. There are even publisher stuff in here that seems completely unedited, like what his editor wanted him to expand on. I have a sneaky feeling though that this is probably the only time I will come across such abashment in the next year's reading.
I don’t doubt that a lot of autobiographers are so up their own arses that they think anything to do with them is totally fucking fascinating, but I can’t really go along with that myself.
But, the spontanaiety in the story telling is what I really liked. Gradually he begins to scrutinize his own book and thus again, himself. He explains that it ‘alternates a sort of journal comprising a description of my current experiences with a chronological auto telling what happened in my past’, and by doing it this way he feels that the ‘regular helpings of showbiz glitter’ will aid us through our journey. Rather than loads of childhood stuff, it’s broken up between the present and the past. His first sexual experience with ‘Corky, the salmon thighed prostitute’ for example is pretty vile and he warns us that it’s vile too and, despite being as broadminded and horned up as I am most of the time, it turned me right off.
He’s not quite at peace with his fame and not too sure whether we will be upon reading this, too be honest most wouldn’t care. People who buy this book want to know about all of that for sure, but really don’t want you to be all cocky about your pots of money and the two million pound home you want to buy. He is definately uncomfortable about writing this and because of it he comes across as very likeable. He can tell a story. He can captivate and hold ones attention, hence his success and as the cover tells you, the book too. He favours muchly the present tense where he feels more relaxed and confident, when he talks about himself in the past tense, he struggles and worries he is not genuine enough, which gets a little annoying. He spends so much time putting himself down which is loveable to a point, then gets a bit irritating.
He has a real rant about the media and how they handled his move to ITV. The mood almost completely changes from funny matey character to Bitch in E Minor but he ends with one really funny quote from an interview with an american baseball coach who was asked,
“Y’know, you can spend your whole life trying to be popular but, at the end of the day, the size of your crowd at your funeral will still be largely dictated by the weather.” In the present day journal, we happen to be joining Frank’s life at a time towards the end of his relationship with DJ Caroline Feraday. According to her bio, she is allegedly known to be bright, warm, fresh, silky, friendly, sexy and uplifting.
It’s really quite intimate joining in his chronicle of his love and the fun they have together and then starting to pick up the subtle signs that crop up that make you wonder whether Caroline will join the list of other girlfriends he has taken to Venice and ended with, very shortly after.
He even makes a joke about it, which seems oddly sour and uncomfortable when it happens but to the comedian’s credit, he keeps it all in and doesn’t edit. That’s honesty.
The great thing about this book is that it writing it has infinately made him a better, more reflective person about life, despite the uber modesty and embarrasment somewhat at having to write the book. Seriously, you feel that he thinks it absurd he would be asked to write one. Whereas much of this is self-effacing with the grandeur of his stories (he is far too modest for his own good), he seems as though he is going on a genuine journey, a catharsis of growth even.
Towards the end, he turns back to his reader and says something that feels like a good omen for the end of this first section,
“You might aswell finish it now you’ve come this far.”
It has a laid back feel which makes it a relaxing read before bed. I think it's fair to say I enjoyed the second half more than the first. I wish he delved into the stand up comedy side of things sooner. I would like to have heard a more in-depth analysis of his creative process too, but it's not as if he ignores that side of things. He does admit to feeling like he "disappears up [his] own arse" when talking about comedy in-depth, so whenever he does it's never in enormous detail. I think he thought most readers would prefer anecdotes from gigs and perhaps he's right on that. I would have liked a bit more of both, personally.
As to whether it was a funny book, I didn't always respond to the jokes but it did give me quite a few laughs here and there. I thought it was good how he would often jump backwards and forwards in time, sometimes every couple of pages. It did stop me from getting bored. I also liked when he would refer back to his obsession with Elvis Presley because it made me feel more understood regarding my own musical fixations. Plus, I was impressed to learn that he loves old kung fu movies, including some niche titles.
The life story of "cheeky chappie" comedian and broadcaster Frank Skinner, following the man formerly known as Chris Collins from a working-class upbringing in Birmingham, via a drinking problem, to huge success on the stand-up circuit and, most unlikely of all, the pop charts.
The autobiography dates from around 2001, when his chat-show fame was at its height, even as a high-profile relationship was falling apart. The style is chatty, the book giving the impression of a long, almost stream-of-consciousness ramble.
While inevitably funny, it is very much a first book, lacking the elegance and razor-sharp wit which might have been expected from someone so literate. While the studied irreverence is amusing (many references to, er, back door activity), the book is at its most interesting when Skinner ruminates on the nature of love, his Catholic faith, and the details of his slow but steady rise to prominence.
Unabashedly crude in parts, and painfully honest without being self-excoriating, this is a fascinating read, but possibly for fans only.
I'm a big fan of Frank Skinner in recent years (particularly his radio show), so I guess I was always going to be amenable to a positive review of this book, but it still delivered what I was hoping for.
The book dives in at the deep end with revelations that I'm sure some will perceive as obscene. However, I think the book is a candid revelation of himself and these are important to convey a sense of who Frank is.
The narrative is far from linear and seems to follow more of a conversational, reminiscing structure, but it does seem to come together in the end.
I'm sure this book isn't for everyone (just like Frank himself), but if you're a fan, I don't think it will disappoint. Likewise, if your a comedy fan in general, the book gives a lot of interesting info on the comedy scene at the time and how Frank came to be.
4 1/2 stars. I’m not a fan of autobiographies and don’t normally read them but this was recommended to me as a good read and different from the typical autobiography layout.
At first, I wasn’t overly impressed with the book but as I kept reading I became more and more interested. The book goes back and forth between present day and the past. Short snippets of his life. It’s unbelievably honest. Remarkably honest. Warts and all ... and there are some major warts in there.
Very interesting read. I think it’s the honesty that blew me away. Everything was mentioned: drink, sex, bullying, being an asshole, his obsession with football, comedy, work, family and friends. I really enjoyed it and as I’m reading it 20 years after it was written I’m interested in finding out how the following years went for him. Good read.
The author is mildly amusing but, for me, he meandered once too often into the realm of the crude. So much of his life was somewhat interesting, especially his roots and rise to celebrity-hood. But the interspersed so-called "jokes" were off-putting to the extreme. I would not recommend this book due to the fact of being embarrassed for the author. And I am embarrassed for myself for having read so many pages of very unpleasant words and anecdotes the author considered hilarious. That said, I DID admire the structure of Skinner's life story. He seemed to glide effortlessly from his childhood days to his present-day life in the world of celebrity-hood and then he smoothly segues partially backwards in time to the in between years. These particular literary moves impress.
This book has definitely not aged well. Loads of joshing tales about bullying people at school and how much success he was having with women once his career took off. Maybe 20 years ago people were loving it but I can’t say I thought much of it in 2023.
It’s unlike traditional biographies in that it jumps around to different notable points in the author’s life, rather than telling his story particularly chronologically. One minute he’s at school, the next he’s recording 3 Lions. Then he’s trying to make it as a comedian. I think this flow possibly suffers because I did the audiobook which seems to be a slimmed down version of the book. Definitely do NOT bother with the audiobook… possibly the written version is better.
Written in the early 2000s, this entertaining memoir hasn't aged particularly well and will come across to plenty of readers as sexist. Part of the problem is Skinner's need to shoehorn gags into his reminiscing. Even though lots of these jokes are funny, it feels a bit forced, as if he's desperately trying to show off. The parts I most enjoyed were about his upbringing in the Midlands, shining a light on the man born Chris Collins rather than the Frank Skinner we all know from TV. I enjoyed reading the book but was left feeling it could have been better
I was so excited to read this book because I am a fan of Frank Skinner. I also wanted to read this book because I'd heard that Kevin Bridges was a big fan, and after picking up this book, he decided to write his first book. I don't know why, but something just didn't sit right with me whilst I was reading this book. On TV and stand-up, Frankie is very funny, but this book just seem to be musings of pieces just thrown together and even though there were some funny moments, they were few and far between.
The first half is inconsistent. The author is aware of this and happy to point it out. Not without merit, but it never quite gets into its stride.
The second half is thoroughly entertaining. I’m a fan. Loved Fantasy Football League. Admire where he came from and how he never left it behind as he did what his school reports claimed he didn’t do and probably never would; fulfil his potential.
I’m not much of a fan of autobiographies but I’m glad I read this one.
I didn’t actually laugh out loud until Frank quoted a Bob Monkhouse quip. I’d also argue that Frank is not really a comedian but a raconteur, telling stories rather than jokes.
Still, it was an entertaining read. Frank states that he has been very lucky and I am inclined to agree. Like his namesake, he did it his way, leaving a trail of ill considered antics and piss filled buckets in his wake.
It was a bit of a gamble as haven’t seen much of the author’s talents. A very open account of himself and his journey without taking himself too seriously. Some topics keep coming up throughout the book and not sure why…specifically anal sex (it isn’t a broad topic). Some really funny bits too that come nicely out of leftfield.
I think you'd have to be a real fan to enjoy this but that's not what I am giving it only three stars. It's because of all the times he seems to take a break from writing to continue writing and then asks the reader if they are bored yet. So, I took the (repeated) challenges to read to the end. Some bits were great but some just not.
Frank’s autobiography had me laughing out loud at times. He packs in the jokes as he writes with refreshing honesty about his working class roots in the West Midlands and rise from class clown to comedy superstar. It is worth noting that it was written in the era of the lad mag and it is clearly of its time. Enjoyable nonetheless.
Engaging read with more characters in it than words and quite a lot of spaces. The rhetorical questions work particularly well for this time of year in the Southern Hemisphere and Smethwick seems set to become the next Smethwick.
I wasn't sure when this book was written but as I got into it, I soon realised its a pretty old book. Frank, I find is unlikeable in this but it has his funny moments. He has been on a roller-coaster of life. Still a fan of the man, just not so much in this book.
*Audiobook Read By Author* Skinner has always been a favorite comedian of mine. Really enjoy all of skinners autobiographies, being from the same town really added to the read as a mental image is very easy to make
I cherish this fondly as the first "adult" book I ever read. I was maybe 14, my family were going on holiday and my Dad recommended I take a book to read. For some reason or other, I ended up with a copy of this. I had no clue who Frank Skinner was.