He's still standing

I can't say I had much interest in reading Elton John's autobiography, but Hadley Freeman's review has changed all that. By the sounds of it, Me is a riot of colourful anecdotes and loose-lipped gossip, but its author is also (in Freeman's words) "utterly, astonishingly, hilariously self-lacerating". For every bitchy aside or candid comment about others, it seems, there's a sentence like "I sat around, wanking, in a dressing gown covered in my own puke". Consider me sold.