Bushell’s had an interesting life. A working class lad from South London, he wrote, when young, for the Socialist Worker, became a music journalist who mixed with the rock scene mighty, befriended the likes of Barbara Windsor and Dale Winton, and still sings with his own Oi band, The Gonads.

And he became the controversial tabloid TV critic pumping out populist, patriotic views that didn’t appeal to pinkos.

Much of this tome is fascinating, such as his time with Ozzy Osbourne and family, but other parts are over-stretched to sound like, well, a load of gonads.

Bushell doesn’t hide his light under his namesake but his lively wit and penmanship makes most of it enjoyable.