Growing up in the 70s and 80s, I was fully aware of Terry Wogan though, as my Dad liked him, he didn’t become an immediate favourite of mine (plus I listened to Radio 1). But I listen to Radio 2 now and like Wogan a lot and kind of wish I’d paid more attention before but there you go. This tells his story, from birth to 1985, in his quirky voice that had me smiling and laughing and, occasionally, wiping a tear away. I’d have preferred more of his time after he met his wife and a little less of the earlier stuff, but that’s a minor quibble. This is a chummy read, honest but decent and highly recommended.