It's strange, in person (on tv/radio), I cannot stand this man, but his three volume memoir is one of the best things I've ever read, and the first spawned a hilarious comedy series with Peter Kaye as his dad, 'Spud'.
This volume, inevitably, deals with his recent cancer diagnosis and recovery, but there are a good few comedy rambles, and asides before we get there. I love that this is dealt with briskly, no sugar coating, just the facts of his diagnosis, treatment, and recovery. There's a bare minimum of comedy quips in this bit, but neither are there clichés or mawkish, false self discovery and all God/Heaven nonsense is conspicuous by it's absence. He readily admits that once fully recovered, he's still the same guy, where a takeaway taking ages is 'the end of the world'.