There have been few comebacks in music quite as spectacular as that of Glenn Hughes.

As a young man with a rock 'n' roll career already in the ascendancy with his band Trapeze, Hughes' star was catapulted into the super rock premier league over night when he joined Deep Purple. From that point on the life of this handsome, gifted young man from the West Midlands would never be the same again.

Whether you measure success in the music business by record sales, drugs taken, or the amount of blow jobs enjoyed in helicopters, Glenn Hughes had plenty of them all; and in this 'tell all, no secrets left' autobiography you can, as they say, read all about it. Some of the tales of debauchery and drug use recounted by Hughes are astonishing and at times shocking; the sheer length of time his cocaine abuse spanned makes it quite unbelievable that he is around to tell the tale, but what is almost more of a surprise is what great shape the guy is in. I saw him do an acoustic set in Cardiff last month as part of a small book promo tour, and quite honestly I'm not sure I've ever heard a better voice, the scale and control he commands over his golden larynx is beyond great.

Back to his story, which is told very entertainingly, and serves as Glenn's final 'cleansing' of his bared soul as he spills the beans on everything from the desperate and pathetic attempts to hide his uncontrollable habit (or disease as he calls it) to the inevitable, and very juicy notches on his (very notched it has to be said) bed post. Oh yes, some tasty names here: David Bowie's wife Angie, a few of the Runaways (you'll have to read it to find out which ones....fans of the band may be surprised at who), and hell, even Linda Blair of 'The Exorcist' fell for the charms of Mr Hughes. Said charms would see him get into a little trouble once or twice, when a certain member of Led Zeppelin pushed a gun into his back, and eventually clocked him on his chiselled jaw knocking him on his arse, because he was convinced Glenn had added his wife's name to his little black book, nothing more than a misunderstanding though, Glenn assures us.

The tragedy of Tommy Bolin, as well as the horrific death of Deep Purple bodyguard Patsy Collins in Indonesia, and the chaotic few days that ensued are all included here. Plus, if you ever wondered where Gary Moore hid out after he scarpered from Thin Lizzy mid-tour, the answer lies within. The fact that Glenn Hughes has come back from the brink, or maybe that should be the depths of oblivion, to be currently fronting a band as fantastic as Black Country Communion, not to mention his prolific solo output, is testament to the strength the man has found within himself; and what you learn reading this book is that thankfully Glenn is as committed and as enthusiastic about his sobriety as he was to his addictions, which can only be a good thing for him, and us. So, around the time when someone may be asking you "what can I get you for Christmas?" this book would be a more than worthy answer to that question.