A DECADE after his revealing autobiography So Me, Norton's latest memoir provides an unconventional update from where he left off, taking his first baby steps with Auntie Beeb.

With chapters split into themes, Norton muses on Men, New York and Ireland, recalling stories with a scatter-gun approach from childhood to the present following a vague chronological narrative.

There's revelations and gossip if you look deep enough amidst the anecdotes, regrets as well as healthy doses of positivity, particularly on getting old disgracefully and reacquainting himself with home.

Unfortunately - and Norton makes no apology for this - the first chapter is on the revelatory-free subject of Dogs - the pooches he has owned, and the more embarrassing moments caused by errant pets.

Written firmly in the author's voice - which you'll either love or loathe - the more amusing moments will please fans (Liza Minnelli's wedding, for example), the tone giving the reader a cosy glimpse of the pomp and circumstance Norton sometimes finds himself in among the showbiz glitterati.

6/10
Review by James Cleary