Most of this read was boring. Guy says at the beginning, that writing a book is not his thing, because it does'nt involve much shouting, and needs to have more work with it. He was right. He did'nt work with this book, he just throws tales at you, coming out of nowhere, in a chronological order. There are also typografical mistakes included. He tells stories about sex, drugs, rock 'n'roll, in a horrable british form, wich i would cal a "wit" - elegant humour. Think about he's telling you about some reeeally badass thing in a form of flourishing gitchy english language. A frustrating and unsatisfying read. Nice pictures though.