Hilarious raconteur, hedonistic bon viveur, inexhaustible shagger, feather-tongued dandy Russell Brand lives his life as if performing in a Victorian vaudeville. But it hasn’t always be that way. From his troubled childhood in Essex, his addino to drink, drugs and sex that found him drying-out in cly over the world, this flamboyant, hilarious and searingly honest memoir charts the peaks and troughs of his thorny rise to fame, and introduces us to the man behind the hair.
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