Andrew Collins was born 37 years ago. His parents never split up; in fact they rarely exchanged a cross word. No-one abused him. Nobody died. He got on well with his brother and sister and none of his friends drowned in a canal. He has never stayed overnight in a hospital and has no emotional scars from his upbringing, except a slight lingering resentment that Anita Barker once mocked his bike. This is a jealous memoir written by someone who occasionally wishes life had dealt him a few more juicy marketable blows. Andrew delves back into his first 18 years in search of something anythingthat...
Andrew Collins was born 37 years ago. His parents never split up; in fact they rarely exchanged a cross word. No-one abused him. Nobody died. He got o...
This is Andrew Collins' tale of rubbing shoulders with the world's biggest stars: having his hairstyle mocked by Noel Gallagher, trying not to wake Clive James from his afternoon nap, having his apple pie eaten by Bob Geldof, and somehow stumbling on into the next dream job.
This is Andrew Collins' tale of rubbing shoulders with the world's biggest stars: having his hairstyle mocked by Noel Gallagher, trying not to wake Cl...
