Little me (my life from A to Z) by Matt Lucas – Published by Canongate books, 2017

Many of us have read autobiographies, the sort that comprise an excess of famous names, along the lines of “I was in Antibes, staying at a friend’s villa, when I first met X. She told me how much she’d enjoyed my performance in Hamlet. I meant to keep in touch but sadly I was too busy with other projects”. 

This is not that sort of book. Instead it’s self deprecating, sweet, funny and sad, in fact all human emotion is here. It’s the story of a life: the best of times and the worst of times, of fun, laughter and loss. By the end of the book all but the most curmudgeonly reader would surely want to add Matt Lucas to their list of “fantasy dinner party” guests. [Caution: take care when choosing the fantasy menu; after a traumatic encounter with a fish finger, sole Veronique and the like should certainly be avoided.]

Not so much a memoir, more like a chat over lunch (Sunday roast, obviously), but if I had to choose one word to describe this look at his life, it could only be “morditorial”!