Where Jon Richardson differs is that his book isn't an autobiography as such. It doesn't go into his childhood or teenage years, instead it is advertised as some warped guide to relationships- I use the term guide loosely because in reality it is just 294 pages of Jon Richardson telling us about how all relationships are doomed and in his true self deprecating style we learn about his years of living alone, where a Saturday night activity was cleaning the skirting boards and drinking alone.
It is a quick, lighthearted read and one of my favourite offerings from the stand up comedy world. At the age of 30ish I think it would have been useless for him to go down the autobiographical route. Can you really have lived enough to write a whole book on it?
So, would I recommend it? Yes of course, I mean, its Jon Richardson, duh!
Eilidh
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