A book in which Stephen Fry reminisces about his early life and digresses about stuff that comes to mind, a lot. It's brutally honest and self-relativising. Some parts were a little hard to get through, either because I found them boring, or he was referring to things I didn't know, or because I just didn't know what the hell he was on about. Most if it is amusing, interesting and charming in that typical Stephen Fry way. Let's face it, he's a slick bastard. I especially enjoyed his antics and pranks at school. He really manages to capture the feel and dialogue of schoolboys. It's also fun to imagine him reading this in his silky smooth voice that is the best thing to happen to narration since Morgan Freeman. A good read for Fry fans. 3.5 or 4
