This really is a mini-review because I actually finished this book back in June and meant to write my review nearer the time when I believed I would remember what bits I wanted to quote and what anecdotes I wanted to use but here we are, last week in July and all such useful information has been knocked out of my head by stuff.

This is a memoir of sorts by a British comedian about the year he turned 40 and how he goes a bit off the rails; a sort of diary of how it worked all out. I think Richard Herring is a very funny man, and this book just reinforces that view. He’s not to everyone’s taste (who is?) but this made me laugh out loud several times and that’s worth the cover price in my book. And it has a happy ending!