Calum Bruce's story of his life as a Pogues fan is a work of dedication, a chronicle of penury, injury, devotion, death, marriage, self-denial, stupidity, the vaulting of seemingly insurmountable obstacles, dare-devilry, drunkenness, comradeship, and random acts of kindness. It's de rigueur, nowadays, for the rock and roll musician to write a memoir or an autobiography. I think memoirist musicians could do no better than to read such a one, but of the rigours of being one of their fans. - James Fearnley

"The Hibs and The Pogues. What more could you want?" - Irvine Welsh

One man's flight through life, with his main passions being Hibernian FC and The Pogues. But it doesn't stop there. Schooldays, relationships, gambling, the catering industry, Big Les Rennie and lots of fish. He doesn't hold anything back. An unashamed moan about how things used to be through this fifty year old's eyes. It's rude and it's crude, and it will have you laughing your socks off.

"Very rude in places, but funny rather than offensive. Sheer entertainment." - Paul...