For the last 20 years Miles Kington has written a humorous column in which everything has
been made up and nothing trusted. Now, according to the blurb, he has written an
autobiography by those same exacting standards.
I was quite delighted when I received this book as a birthday gift, and rushed through another book to get started on it. It was, perhaps, a mistake.
Amusing in places - tales of the family motto and advice from his father standing out - this is really a book consisting of short stories, one per chapter, purportedly from Kington''''s
childhood. It appears that the author was blessed with some good ideas that he has
transformed neatly into some smile-inducing narratives, but it is also obvious, as anyone
who might have made sausages may have perceived, that bulk filler was required at intervals.