Another plunder from the bargain bin, which I had no preconceptions about. I knew very little about Keith Allen before I read this, but he features in Alex James "Bit of a Blur", so I thought it might provide some further details.
Part of me wants to rate this book higher: the part that enjoys Allen's candidness, his joie de vivre and his ability to adapt to seemingly almost anything.
However, there are too many grey areas that left me wanting more detail, a better perspective and more analysis of his motives. Perhaps that's churlish of me, after all, a book cannot be all things to all men. In the afterword though Allen admits he's glossed over certain elements, which given his evident nature seems to run against type.
Having said all that, I would certainly read his next book as his style is accessible and warm.