James Acaster’s Classic Scrapes by James Acaster
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
The quintessential toilet book. The prose is rather unsophisticated, which is not necessarily a bad thing. It’s a welcome break from some of the heavier stuff I read. The title is a euphemism for Acaster’s fuck-ups, which he regaled on Radio X. They’re mostly average, though there are a couple of stories that do stick in the mind, like his days working in a kitchen and getting hit in the nuts by thrown potatoes. He is mostly responsible for the situations he lands himself in. I guess we’ll never know where the parrot goes at 6 pm after all…