Well well well. What a great read I am having at the moment. Brand's style is funny and playfully intellectual.
Russell likes to blither on, in his pixie type way, with an outpouring of grandiose musings in a multitude of personalities. His brutally honest portrayal of his feelings, and quite frankly cringeworthy antics kept me hanging in for more as I skipped happily through every page. For a man with an ego the size of his appetite for sexual craziness (trust me - massive), he talks in detail of his past as an addict in one breath, and then of his utter glee at his stardom and transformation in another.
From how he coaxed Kate Moss to his seedy lair, to his meeting Katie Perry and subsequent engagement and the (hang on - can't do powers of ten on this keyboard) women in-between, through to his relationship with Jonathan Ross and his meetings with Morrisey..... a long sentence to attempt an expression of the breathless nature of reading this book..... every chapter is a gem.
I'll try to give you an idea of how much I enjoyed this book. I have 2 children, and a personal childlike fanaticism with Christmas. I even had to procure some valium to help me relax and get a modicum of sleep on Christmas Eve, alas to no avail. I still found myself awake at 4am, eating Marmite on toast, with little more than 3 hours of interrupted and excited sleep. I even woke up before my kids, and that just isn't normal for an adult when Santa's visiting :-)
Christmas day was a blur of excited children, marathon cooking and far too much food. By Christmas evening, I was absolutely knackered, and wandered off to bed and expectant "tranquil sleep land" at around 10pm.
I had received My Booky Wook 2 for Christmas from my wife, and had been looking forward to starting the first chapter all day. I though I would manage about a paragraph before my body finally gave in to fatigue, but was amazed to find myself squinting at the clock at midnight after scorching through the first few chapters.
I eventually went off to sleep a contented and happy man, and dreamt of strange antics embodied and accented by the ego of Russell Brand.
A bit like Marmite is Russell, but I have to say - I like Marmite, and I love this book. It's great escapism, and I highly recommend you read it.
As for those who don't like Marmite - The SWINES! :-)
Have a great day.
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