I Must Confess: Celebrity Tells All, by Rupert Smith
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Your support makes all the difference.From playground scrapes ("my father gave me a serious talking-to about the virtues of being a man's man) through the tackiest kind of showbiz career, to a final resting spot as a household TVfavourite, this is entertainer Marc LeJeune's account of life as a middling celebrity.
It's fiction, but only in so far as LeJeune's gay escapades go; the characters he rubs up against, like "Brian", the Sixties manager of the most famous pop group in the world, are plucked from real life. Brief drinks with Elizabeth Taylor at Andy Warhol's Factory nestle against chummy television appearances ("Lulu, Cilla, Petula all welcomed me as a friend"). Of course after the highs there were many lows, some of these revealed in snippets included from newspapers.
Funny, if rather predictable, Smith's novel offers a satire of popular culture that's certainly more engaging than your average old tart's memoir.
Cleiss Press, £9.99
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