Bigger than Hitler - Better than Christ
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In this electrifying autobiography, Rik stands naked in front of his vast legions of fans and disciples and invites them to take communion with the blood he has spilled for them during his thirty year war on show business.
He invented alternative comedy with The Young Ones, he brought down the Thatcher administration with The New Statesman and he changed the face of global culture with his masterpiece Bottom. Not only was his number one single ‘Living Doll’ the saviour of rock 'n' roll but he also rescued the British film industry with the vast revenues created by his legendary movie Drop Dead Fred. In 1998, he survived an assassination attempt and spent five days in a coma before he literally came back from the dead. Having completed countless phenomenal feature films, TV series, live extravaganzas and radio voice-overs since then, Rik Mayall is now poised on the brink of a whole new epoch-shattering revolution.
For the first time ever, Rik reveals in print the deep inner truth behind his gargantuan ascent to the pinnacle of international light entertainment – the mental hospitals he has broken out of, the television executives he has assaulted, the drugs he has definitely not taken, the charities he has bankrupted, the countless pregnancies he has engendered, and so much more.
though we had been friends since childhood. But with Cherie, there was something else. Something more than friendship. And so it was that we grew closer. Every man has a crucifix to hide and I am no exception. I will never openly discuss the love that Cherie and I have made because of the damage that it will do not only to Tony and Cherie themselves, but also to the British people. It’s not as though I’m going to reveal in print that Cherie and I have been on/off lovers for a long time now, or
Robbie Coltrane. (Handy hint: If you ever get into a game of “my showbiz mates are harder than your showbiz mates” then you will always win if you say that Robbie Coltrane is your showbiz mate. But only say this if he genuinely is your showbiz mate because if he isn’t and he finds out, he’ll have you alive. I saw him eat a table once.) The fighting ceased in the blink of an eye. Everyone returned to their seats and pretended that nothing had happened as Robbie strode across the room like a
clarity, as they splashed through the puddles towards the house, and I set off down the concrete drive and into my fields. You know how I told you about that dream I had when I was a kid that I have always found so unsettling – the one in the field at twilight with the man in the hood, the one who is beckoning to me but I won’t go with him. Well it was as though the dream came to me in my wakeful state right then. All sensation of sitting astride a quad bike melted away. The roar of the engine
forty nights and I called Heimi and told him. He wasn’t best pleased but said that he’d be okay with it so long as I didn’t go too far and he could send a van for me in the event that any more voice-over work came in. I agreed. What else could I do? On the way to the airport, I decided to stop off at the BBC to see what had happened to my new hedge cutting thirteen part situation comedy called Total Arse Head which had been sitting on the BBC’s desk since Spring ’98 would you believe, which
century. It’s a sunny day – maybe it’s a Tuesday afternoon and you’ve been really working hard and you’re finished for the day and you’re on your way home to where you live. Suddenly, from nowhere, a load of really hard blokes from the Inquisition come riding up (on horses) and attach one of those torture implements to your arse to check your faith in God. Well, think of that sort of pain Doctor W – get it locked tight in your mind and then times it by about two thousand and you’ll get an idea of