Anything written by Bob Mortimer at this point is going to be worth reading, and given lots of leeway critically due to him being an endearing National Treasure and all-round legend. His recent health scare prompted the penning of this memoir, which jumps back and forth between modern day and childhood, with both being the sort of Mortimerian rambulous nonsense that endless appearances on Would I Lie To You have you wondering on the veracity of. Regardless, you’ve got to love him.