A cracking review. Don't agree with every word, of course (what, with me being a person and all that) but he has clearly read the book. I mean, actually read the thing, unlike many reviewers. And he has arrived at a position. And it is his own. Rather like Morrissey. And this is why the book is absolutely f***ing wonderful (Brummie Boy, you more than anyone should appreciate this) because it is him, it is his, it is so utterly honest (even when being unfair and twisting the facts and the knife) it is true to you, to him, to everyone and everything. Like the songs, the singing, the crackpot, unthoughtthrough opinons. The truth. The truth. The truth. Even when launching the occasional fibby-fib. Morrissey's autobiography is love. Must be loved. It is surprising, lovely and blunderingly wrong-footed. IT IS SASQUATCH!!!