So in the space of a week, I started watching Downton Abbey, finished watching the first season Sherlock with the gentleman caller, read a Discworld novel and then read Pegg’s autobiography. I think I can piss tea and shit crumpets by now. Not that that’s a bad thing!
There’s not a lot to say about the book. Simon Pegg’s adorable and naturally his book is as well. His main focus is on his childhood, typically on TV shows that influenced him then and his movie work now. Interspersed between chapters is Pegg’s “real” autobiography of his crime fighting exploits with his robot manservant, Canterbury.
My only real tiff with the book is the exact opposite issue I had with Bossypants. I would’ve liked more of of Pegg’s later life, especially Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz stories, whereas I wanted more from Tina Fey’s childhood. Of course, I don’t blame either one. Being a celebrity and balancing personal vs. private life is a problem I would never want to experience. But then, why write an autobiography? (At this point, I’m stream of consciousness-ing this review to make it seem longer.)