No laughs for the reader.
As a child I remember watching Les Dawson on Blankety Blank and other shows, and finding him funny. Unfortunately when I rewatch those shows I don't laugh as much, maybe it's me or maybe he wasn't as good as I remembered. After reading this (I think his second autobiography) I know it's the latter. It's a very ponderous book that seems to have been written in order to fulfill a book deal, or even, just for the money. It plods on telling you certain aspects of Les' life but you feel he's not telling you all the facts. He's telling you things that sometimes are too frivolous and other things which seem heartbreaking but have no depth to them.
I felt disappointed by it and would only recommend it to die hard fans.