“Life is like driving a bus into magicians; apart from the odd rabbit head landing on the bonnet, most of the moments you won’t see coming.” Craig’s autobiography is peppered with his genius, colorful philosophies that give the book a unique and full-bodied flavour. His memoir covers an intense period in his life, which is told with humility, humour and insight through the eyes of Colossus Sosloss.
After reading this you may ask, “What hasn’t Craig packed into his twenties?” Answering the proverbial ‘knock at the door’ leads Colossus to moments of basking in the warmth of love only to have his eyebrows singed off, being mugged by drugs and alcohol, then systematically tortured by the tight-arse landlord from the planet of racist morons. Colossus not only endures, but emerges with hope and a continuing love for his fellow man.
We can all learn something from Craig’s poetic, yet barefaced narrative while laughing and empathizing with his never-ending, sometimes self-imposed predicaments (he hasn’t learnt to say no). I couldn’t put this book down and was annoyed at any interruptions such as having to eat, go to the toilet or sleep.
Craig’s second book, like his first (The Squirrel That Dreamt of Madness) has made it into my top ten, super duper, bestest books of all time. This book’s a keeper, and it gets five, eyeball burning, super novas.