Early on in this autobiography, the author hints that he couldn’t really be arsed writing this, but his wife and friends were hassling him to do it, so he agreed. It shows. The English “stiff upper lip” is well in evidence and the daredevil exploits that undoubtedly were part of his whole experience are massively underplayed. So underplayed, that I couldn’t be bothered finishing it and the reading doldrums beckon!