I like Danny Baker. He seems like a really nice bloke. He’s lead an extraordinary life, met amazing people and has managed to come out of the other side a charming and self-effacing guy. His stories of his father are warm and funny. The story of losing his virginity in his nan’s bed had me actually gut laughing. As a fellow music nerd, I really enjoyed his time working in a record store and, of course, his time writing for the NME.
Unfortunately I read this entire book with Alan Partridge’s voice. Buckaroo! It’s a shame because as biographies go, it’s a lovely piece of work. My brain just happens to be a dick. It will now spend the rest of the evening playing the Super Mario Bros theme tune as sung by cats.
Meow meow meow, meow-meow-meow, meow meow, meow-meow, meow meow meow meow-meow-meow.