Born Chris Collins in 1957 he grew up in the West Midlands and is currently enjoying success with his own TV chat show. Here, for the first time, Frank candidly tells us of the highs and lows of his fascinating life and career.
Paperback
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400 pages
Published
May 2nd 2002
by Arrow
(first published October 2001)
Thought I'd just write a mini-review about one of my favourite comedy autobiographies. I first read this when it came out ten years ago and must have re-read it approximately twenty times, at least - I swear I nearly wet myself on several occasions. Definitely not one to read on the bus without making a complete fool of yourself.
A great narrative structure - the chapters alternate between his current life (or then current) and events from his past. The family stories are brilliant, sad, honest,
Thought I'd just write a mini-review about one of my favourite comedy autobiographies. I first read this when it came out ten years ago and must have re-read it approximately twenty times, at least - I swear I nearly wet myself on several occasions. Definitely not one to read on the bus without making a complete fool of yourself.
A great narrative structure - the chapters alternate between his current life (or then current) and events from his past. The family stories are brilliant, sad, honest, affectionate. And for anyone interested in stand-up comedy, this is an invaluable account of how to go about achieving this very brave ambition. Albeit a very roundabout way of achieving it.
Be warned, the content is pretty full-on. He does not hold back on the rather sordid accounts of his sexual history, but without the honesty this would feel pretty hollow.
Frank is one of my favourite comedians so when I saw this lurking in a charity shop I had to get it.
A snapshot into his early life, and his life 10 years ago (when it was written) this book made me laugh out loud every few pages, the slightly rambling style means there is no definite narrative story, but I think he intended it that was (or would like us to believe that!).
I just wish there was a new edition with his last 10 years in, as this is the period I know him the best, perhaps one day!
Treading the line between memoir and diary, Skinner's book skips and jumps between past and present, offers anecdotes and jokes, observations and meditations. There are no chapter breaks, which helps to keep you going from one short passage to the next, thinking 'just one more... all right, maybe another one...' - like when you open a tub of those caramel shortcake bites from Sainsburys.
Everything's a joke, from one moment to the next, which rings true with the impression I get of the guy anyway
Treading the line between memoir and diary, Skinner's book skips and jumps between past and present, offers anecdotes and jokes, observations and meditations. There are no chapter breaks, which helps to keep you going from one short passage to the next, thinking 'just one more... all right, maybe another one...' - like when you open a tub of those caramel shortcake bites from Sainsburys.
Everything's a joke, from one moment to the next, which rings true with the impression I get of the guy anyway. I can also appreciate that because I'm the same way - not right while writing this review perhaps, and certainly not as funny but nevertheless, the chances are, whatever I'm doing, I'm trying to make someone laugh.
Skinner takes you through his childhood - not wasting too much time on it as, as he rightly points out, many a biography doesn't get interesting until the subject gets famous (luckily, Skinner's a comedian, so he can still find one or two entertaining things to say) - adolescence and young adulthood with revealing stories of debauchery and alcoholism, interspersed with reminiscences of his comedy and tv career and, of course, insight into his jokes and comedy style.
It's all good really. I'm not saying it's a masterpiece, but it is funny enough and it is engaging. Beyond wondering how far to go, what to leave in and what to leave out, I don't suppose he had much trouble writing it, but he's done a thorough job of it. I haven't read many comedians' autobiographies so far, but in comparison to the ones I have, I'll say this; it's richer than Peter Kay's, nowhere near as negative as Frankie Boyle's and funnier than both. You might not like Skinner or find him funny, and if you don't, I'd be questioning why you might be thinking about reading this book, but I do. In fact, it has encouraged me to seek out old episodes and clips of Fantasy Football League. While reading it, a more recent recording of one of Frank's stand-up shows came on the TV and he still had me laughing loud and often, where so many other promising comedians just seem to run out of steam (and jokes) by the time they've started their second big tour - I'm looking at you John Bishop, Michael McIntyre, Russell Howard and Bill Bailey... perhaps that's not fair. I'm sure there are plenty of comedians who don't run out of things to say and if they do, it might be after their second tour. Whatever, I'm leaving it in.
So yeh; still one of my favourite comedians.
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It took me a long time to get my hands on this book and once I did I lost it when I was half way through. This book may have been released in Australia at some stage but when I heard about it it could only be purchased via special order (with a cost of nearly $40). I didn't take them up on the offer needless to say and whenever I checked through eBay the delivery cost from the UK was too much of a deterrent (I have never purchased from Amazon for this same reason and never will). Eventually I st
It took me a long time to get my hands on this book and once I did I lost it when I was half way through. This book may have been released in Australia at some stage but when I heard about it it could only be purchased via special order (with a cost of nearly $40). I didn't take them up on the offer needless to say and whenever I checked through eBay the delivery cost from the UK was too much of a deterrent (I have never purchased from Amazon for this same reason and never will). Eventually I stumbled upon
bookdepository.com
with their
free postage
worldwide and bought it. I started to read it before I went on holidays and as we left the plane (with three kids) it slipped out of my bag and into the abyss that is a filthy plane. I didn't know this until it was too late so there was no chance of getting it back. I had to wait till I got home and then the 2 weeks for delivery before I could start again.
But all these waits where worth it. It is a great biography. Not just for the fact that it is a very 'warts and all' take on his won life thus far but also in the way it is structure and it is funny but not peppered with gags from his shows or stand-up routines. Frank Skinner should be very proud of what he has done here. It also contained many little gems about his early years that rang through for me even though we where born 10 years apart and in different countries. Thank you Mr Skinner
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Frank Skinner is excoriatingly honest in this book.
To his credit, he doesn't shy away from his dodgy past as a bully and a vandal. The sex is vivid and at times rancid. Driven (like all of us) by a desire to be loved, Skinner seeks this acceptance through his humour and his promiscuity, and you get a sense that it is never fulfilled. The promiscuity is distressing at times, particularly as there is a superficiality and cruelty to it that doesn't do justice to the depth of the man
Very Powerful.
Frank Skinner is excoriatingly honest in this book.
To his credit, he doesn't shy away from his dodgy past as a bully and a vandal. The sex is vivid and at times rancid. Driven (like all of us) by a desire to be loved, Skinner seeks this acceptance through his humour and his promiscuity, and you get a sense that it is never fulfilled. The promiscuity is distressing at times, particularly as there is a superficiality and cruelty to it that doesn't do justice to the depth of the man. His passages about his Catholic faith - lost and found again - are riveting and there are some classic moments there. His observations are shrewd, and there is a cultural commentary that is incisive. In an age of radical transparency and narcissistic exhibitionism - fuelled by facebook and social media - Frank Skinner could become the patron saint of comedians. If only he'd tone down the swearing a bit and his obsession with anal sex - as Oscar Wilde said - all saints have a past .....
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I’d wanted to read this book for a while. Firstly, I really like the guy. He’s down to earth and a very funny stand up. It’s one of the books that I have seen around since I started bookselling that I wanted to tackle. It’s certainly not ghosted because if it was it would be a lot more regimented in its structure and it definately seems that he has either pulled rank or put his foot down at the publisher to have it set in this way.
He alternates from one random anecdote to the next to funny story
I’d wanted to read this book for a while. Firstly, I really like the guy. He’s down to earth and a very funny stand up. It’s one of the books that I have seen around since I started bookselling that I wanted to tackle. It’s certainly not ghosted because if it was it would be a lot more regimented in its structure and it definately seems that he has either pulled rank or put his foot down at the publisher to have it set in this way.
He alternates from one random anecdote to the next to funny story from his childhood to ‘oh yeah, remember this section when I really go off track and talk about this guy heckling me in the comedy store and wasn’t it funny and clever what I said and err... anyway where were we? Oh yeah, I’m trying to write this book in the most cackhanded way because I don’t want to come off as a show off or arrogant as I’m a man of the people see, and wasn’t really famous until I was 40 and still don’t think I am.’
Anyway, back to that original anecdote at the beginning of my second or third chapter and by page 28 a monkey has pissed on a young Frank at the zoo. Before the chapter is out, he has been covered in a bucket of piss and has felt up his teacher at the nativity play. Some of it is pretty hard to keep track of. There’s a lot about football in this book and in particular THAT song and THAT World Cup. I, on the other hand missed the whole Three Lions fever.
In 1996, I was holed up working at a Butlins holiday camp and we tended not to get out a great deal. I heard enough of the song though. The DJ in the showbar played it constantly, at least three times a night around the tournament. We ventured out to catch the England matches if we could and I remember the hyped tabloid newspaper covers from the time that Frank talks about but more so for me, the replenishment and lyrical re-write of the song for the World Cup two years later. By this time I had moved from the camp in Bognor to Brighton and was caught up in the whole atmosphere the second time around. So rather than the original lyrics, I remember more the line,
“We can dance Nobby’s dance, we can dance it in France.”
I actually fell in love with a certain girl from Sweden at the infamous England V Argentina match David Beckham was sent off, at this pub in The Laines. It might not have been a great day for Beckham, but it was a great one for me. There are some really funny anecdotes about that campaign, including David Seaman asking Frank on the eve of the big match who Jules Rimet is and of course Frank describing England’s semi final knockout against the germans as “Football did come home, but someone had parked a big Audi across the driveway.”
Frank’s domestic footballing heart is in The Albion, the one of West Bromwich, where he is from. This is an important factor. He shares the same school of thought as I when it comes to football and is the very reason I never got into it. That supporters should be from wherever they were born and/or lived for a considerable amount of time when they were young, ergo Man Utd supporters who live in Adelaide, for example. I fully believe in this and that’s why I never became a football supporter. That, and my local team was crap.
I was born and grew up in Redcar, so by this logic, which was very much felt by everyone around me, I became a Middlesbrough fan. Another reason I, albeit very briefly, became a Middlesbrough fan was because aswell as collecting dole, my father worked on the sly at Ayresome Park as a steward and sometimes, had to take me with him.
The first game he took me to was a belter. The Boro won 6-0, against Sheffield Utd. My father stuck me somewhere in the stands on some steps within some seating with a cup of Bovril (which I burnt my mouth on within about two minutes) and fucked off for the whole match. There’s probably some law against doing that now, but y’know the Tories were in power at the time. All I remember about the match was Bernie Slaven striding through the mud with the ball, deep inside the Middlesbrough half and plowing the length of the pitch to score in the Sheffield goal.
If only he had a 1996 call up.
Halfway through the book, he expresses how he feels about writing the first half and wished he had the ability to ask his new mate, the reader, what he thinks.
I’m actually growing on this wacky, balls out narrative.
Insecurities though, lie in his modesty and sometimes come across as false when he eagerly protests at the opposite. Sure, that is hard to put across right when the extreme amount of your readers earn considerably less than you. He knows it. He’s aware of it. Part of him can’t take it and he comes across something he is not used to as a stand up, that same thing first time writers agonise over and so many take it as a hurdle that they cannot muster that of why and the need to roadtest.
There’s a lot of writing process banter right from the very start so aswell as you are just his mate chatting to you (something that Frank acheives fantastically well) in the Hen and Chickens over a pint of brown and mild, he takes you on this creative process to which is a rather odd reality idea to tackle with this sort of book. There are even publisher stuff in here that seems completely unedited, like what his editor wanted him to expand on, completely breaking all the rules in the process and good on him, I have a sneaky feeling though that this is probably the only time I will come across such abashment in the next year's reading.
I don’t doubt that a lot of autobiographers are so up their own arses that they think anything to do with them is totally fucking fascinating, but I can’t really go along with that myself.
But the spontanaiety in the story telling which I liked. Gradually begins to analyse his own book and thus again, himself. He explains that ‘alternates a sort of journal comprising a description of my current experiences with a chronological auto telling what happened in my past’ and by doing it this way he feels that the ‘regular helpings of showbiz glitter’ will aid us through our journey. Rather than loads of childhood stuff, it’s broken up between the present and the past. His first sexual experience with ‘Corky, the salmon thighed prostitute’ for example is pretty vile and he warns us that it’s vile too and despite being as broadminded and horned up as I am most of the time, it turned me right off.
He’s not quite at peace with his fame and not too sure whether we will be upon reading this, too be honest most wouldn’t care. People who buy this book want to know about all of that for sure, but really don’t want you to be all cocky about your pots of money and the two million pound home you want to buy. He is definately uncomfortable about writing this and because of it he comes across as very likeable. He can tell a story. He can captivate and hold ones attention, hence his success and as the cover tells you, the book too. He favours muchly the present tense where he feels more relaxed and confident, when he talks about himself in the past tense, he struggles and worries he is not genuine enough, which gets a little annoying. He spends so much time putting himself down which is loveable to a point, then gets a bit irritating.
He has a real rant about the media and how they handled his move to ITV. The mood almost completely changes from funny matey character to Bitch in E Minor but he ends with one really funny quote from an interview with an american baseball coach who was asked,
“Y’know, you can spend your whole life trying to be popular but, at the end of the day, the size of your crowd at your funeral will still be largely dictated by the weather.”
In the present day journal, we happen to be joining Frank’s life at a time towards the end of his relationship with DJ Caroline Feraday. According to her bio, she is allegedly known to be bright, warm, fresh, silky, friendly, sexy and uplifting.
It’s really quite intimate joining in his chronicle of his love and the fun they have together and then starting to pick up the subtle signs that crop up that make you wonder whether Caroline will join the list of other girlfriends he has taken to Venice and ended with, very shortly after.
He even makes a joke about it, which seems oddly sour and uncomfortable when it happens but to the comedian’s credit, he keeps it all in and doesn’t edit.
That’s honesty. That’s genuine and that’s what Frank has to be proud of. If only all books on my list were going to be like this.
The great thing about this book is that it writing it has infinately made him a better, more reflective person about life, despite the uber modesty and embarrasment somewhat at having to write the book. Seriously, you feel that he thinks it absurd he would be asked to write one. Whereas much of this is self-effacing with the grandeur of his stories (he is far too modest for his own good), he seems as though he is going on a genuine journey, a catharsis of growth even.
Towards the end, he turns back to his reader and says something that feels like a good omen for the end of this first section,
“You might aswell finish it now you’ve come this far.”
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Really funny stuff...the old boy setting fire to his shed, hanging the bloke in the pub, the roofer landing on his head but still drinking - great stuff. The only minus point - what is it with him and anal sex? Ok, 'one up the bum no harm done' and all that, but he goes on about it like a badge of honour... a sheriff's badge of honour to him no doubt!
Quite simply, the best book I have ever read. Huge fan, which helps, but a fascinating insight into the real life of somebody who really did start from nothing and worked very hard to reach the dizzy heights.
I only know Frank from Room 101 so didn't know what to expect on this one.
It was a really interesting read and he is obviously intelligent with a varied history and fascinating rags to riches story.
Definitely warts and all and feels as 'real' as a autobiography can be.
A stream of consciously type set out, which I thought worked well, but he seemed to swing between taking himself not at all seriously and too seriously. Something he appears to acknowledge as he has some pretty big insecurities on
I only know Frank from Room 101 so didn't know what to expect on this one.
It was a really interesting read and he is obviously intelligent with a varied history and fascinating rags to riches story.
Definitely warts and all and feels as 'real' as a autobiography can be.
A stream of consciously type set out, which I thought worked well, but he seemed to swing between taking himself not at all seriously and too seriously. Something he appears to acknowledge as he has some pretty big insecurities on display.
It is sad however, how badly he treats women and seems to see them as objects. I hope he has changed in the 10 + years since he wrote this book.
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Quite possibly the funniest book I have ever read. I usually hate the phrase "laugh out lod funny" when you see it in a review, because generally, the books arent at all. This one definitely is. Franks candid, honest and sometimes brutally graphic description of his journey through life is packed with sharp wit, incisive comic observations mixed with some melancholic (but still hilarious!) reminiscence about his alcoholism and the impact its had on his life. The tale of how he lost his virginity
Quite possibly the funniest book I have ever read. I usually hate the phrase "laugh out lod funny" when you see it in a review, because generally, the books arent at all. This one definitely is. Franks candid, honest and sometimes brutally graphic description of his journey through life is packed with sharp wit, incisive comic observations mixed with some melancholic (but still hilarious!) reminiscence about his alcoholism and the impact its had on his life. The tale of how he lost his virginity is both graphically horrific and incredibly funny at the same time.
Without a doubt my favourite autobiography.
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Written by the man himself. Well written too - as he has said himself, he is essentially a word-smith. Provides the kind of background information that a fan like me is looking for, about his early life and career and so on. Is not a puff piece but, as one might well expect with Frank, a warts and all tale. And it's got a lot of laughs and must-quote bits along the way. Looking forward to reading his other autobiographies. Loving the podcasts of his Saturday morning Absolute Radio show.
Knowing nothing about Frank, a hesitated a while before reading it - my brother, who's read it multiple times, insisted that I open it up: "He's really funny, rude and introspective - it's just really interesting". And it was. There were many "nose-chuckling" moments, and many stories that I found myself ploughing through YouTube to confirm or learn more about. Frank, you're a funny ol' f*ck - your honestly is really appreciated. And that story about the prostitute - ROFL!
Honest and funny. If you like him, as I do, this book will make you like him more. If you dislike him, it will confirm your opinions. I laugh every time I see the cover picture, because he comments in the book that when he sees it, it makes him think the book should be called "My Life in Novelty Slippers".
Frank's podcast gets me through my kids' Saturday morning swimming lessons. I owe him much.
I love this book, this is something i hate lending to my friends just in case i dont get it back!! this is very truthful and what makes it stand out is that there is absolutley no chapters so you literally can't put this book down, once you start you can't stop! every page is a brilliant read trust me! you will also laugh cry and agree with most things Frank writes.
A very honest biography. Skinner does not shy away from some of the less savoury aspects of his life i.e. alcoholism, groupies, inability to maintain long term relationships. Enough show biz anecdotes amongst the private life review to keep the reader interested. For fan's of Fun Time Franky this is a fascinating read.
It took me a while to get into this book but once I got into the structure, I loved it. It was a little unusually presented in the fact there were no chapters, however Frank makes up for that by being funny and witty throughout, treating us as old friends.
Would definitely recommend to everyone, very funny.
I'm a sucker for an autobiography. Almost any autobiography will do. But this does seem to be written by the man himself. It's got a real voice and a skill in telling his story, which is worth a read. You feel like he's crafted it, worked on it, and poured more than he expected onto the page.
I usually find autobiography's really difficult to read and not really that interesting, however I absolutely loved this book. I loved the fact things were not in chronological order we got little bits of all parts of Frank's life. Really interesting I would highly recommend!
I'm in a quandary with this book. I did thoroughly enjoy the read, but there is something missing. Frank Skinner, without doubt, is a very funny man, but this doesn't shine through in the book. At times I feel he plays up to the image of the poor northern man (well midlands).
Makes me look at him differently - it is certainly thoughtful and thought provoking. However I still don't like his constant use of f**k - and the tenor of his work. The man is more than I thought!! Interesting to read about the Midlands from his viewpoin
Surprisingly entertaining autobiography. I took this from a guest house I stayed at in Pokhara - don't really like the guy as a comedian but wanted something to read. He actually comes across quite well and it amused me for a day.
Quite simply the funniest book I have ever read. I found myself reading it in Frank's broad accent, and it was a genuinely laugh out loud read. The single biggest influence on my decision to write Stags!
I'm not a huge fan of Frank Skinner but find him funny at times. Although this book did humanise him somewhat and had some funny parts, I'm still not a huge fan and was happy to have finished it.
I am not a big fan of Frank Skinner but the book was recommended to me by a friend who raved about it. Once I started it I couldn't put it down. A very funny and thoroughly entertaining read.
I lived in the Black Country for many years and really got to appreciate the sense of humour there. This book is a brilliant example of that kind of humour from on of the Regions heroes
I could not get into it, I hated the idea of going back and forth. It just bored me with the constant mention of football - shame really as I love him as a comedian.