As autobiographies go, it was fine. The story of the genesis and the quirks/behind-the-scnes stuff of Viz magazine were great, and I suppose in a way it was slightly comforting to be reading the story of a fairly ordinary chap who carved out a career pratting about with his mates – with the warts & all tales of the various cockups along the way… I finished the book thinking that the most notable thing about it, though, was the fact that for some reason my copy came with 3 (identical) dust jackets. Top that, readers!
Him Off the Viz