Mark Manning's confessional tome really dredges the depths of human behaviour. Trapped in the ultra-sleazoid world of eighties rock, the former Zodiac Mindwarp embarks on a rampage of misogyny, self-destruction, alcohol, drugs, hardcore pronography and more. What saves the book is that it's not boastful at all - Manning's self-disgust and self-loathing overides all the evil things he has done and he even emerges as being charming. Quite bizarre all in all, a book that should turn your stomach but ends up being too compelling to put down. It's illustrated by the author too, which is a treat.