The plot of the book, such as it is, concerns Partridge’s attempt to follow in the footsteps of his late father by hiking from his beloved Norwich to the Dungeness “A” Nuclear Reactor – where Partridge Sr once apparently had a job interview he never showed up for.

Everything he says has come through a filter in his brain, a filter which consistently obscures the empty chasms of his ego and his omnipresent insecurity from no one but himself. The character's voice is 100% accurate, and I'm happy to report that a book made me laugh out loud - often - for the first time in many years. I was genuinely excited for this book having enjoyed I, Partridge immensely and being a fan of Steve Coogan's work .Its a similar spiritual and metaphorical journey to that of George Orwell in the "Road to Wigan Pier". The main trait of Alan Partridge is how oblivious he is to him own shortcomings, and how he is able to convince himself that life is working in his favour. When Partridge first appeared in On The Hour in 1991, he was a sort of generic parody of sports presenters, mashed increasingly with a nightmarish caricature of Richard Madeley.

Alan Partridge has decided to honour the memory of his late father by undertaking a walk "in the footsteps" of his father. A merciless piss-take of every bullshit 'personal journey' every celeb ever undertook, as Alan undertakes the Footsteps Of My Father TM walk to come to terms with the memory of his late father, and definitely not because he's under the mistaken belief he might get a new TV series out of it (because he's perfectly happy working on North Norfolk Digital's mid-morning slot, OK? The joy of Alan has always been the hug divide between his sense of self and the person he actually is.The cat’s eyes peer back at me, as if the frightened earth is peeping out at its punisher from beneath a tarmac duvet. Okay, so I haven’t actually done a 5 day week at work yet but at least I finally know what day of the week it is. I know some people say you need the audiobooks for these, but really, can't we all inwardly read them in the appropriate Partridge voice? And so ends the surprisingly tasty sandwich formed by Alan Partridge's autobiographies and the brutal wartime novel that is Captain Corelli's Mandolin.

This week’s offering was something that I’ve been meaning to read for a long time but wasn’t sure how I would feel about it. Only maybe one or two laugh out loud moments (really hard to do from silent reading) and lots of the real sharp stuff is in the footnotes. A lot of this seems to be thanks to Rob and Neil Gibbons, the brothers who started writing for the character in 2010 and have worked on all of these projects with Coogan and Armando Iannucci ever since.Also, he seems to have a ridiculous amount of money to spend for a local radio DJ whose real career ended about 20 years ago. By completing your purchase, you agree to Audible's Conditions of Use and authorise Audible to charge your designated card or any other card on file. Now, he's 52 himself, and has more or less resigned himself to inhabiting the character with alarming verisimilitude.

Heathrow’s approach over Central London onto either 27L or 27R is much more interesting than the exurban Surrey greenery around Gatwick. Born into a changing world of rationing, Teddy Boys, apes in space and the launch of ITV, Alan’s broadcasting career began as chief DJ of Radio Smile at St. He's still his insufferable self, with just enough pathos, failure and little-boy bewilderment to make us still want to root for him. You're probably not going to get it unless you're a Partridge fan, of course, as there are so many references to his backstory. The fact that Alan always had an underlying current of mental illness served to give him pathos, and even some degree of sympathy, but now he's so erratic it seems doubtful he would be able to work or look after himself at all.That is no word of a lie, to laugh is one thing – and laugh I did, but to repeatedly guffaw (hard) when you least expect it does wondrous things for one’s capacity to hold onto even the emptiest of bladders. Demented by his envy of well-paid TV travellers Julia Bradbury, Clare Balding and Michael Portillo, and lust for Bradbury, Alan cobbles together this idea in the hope of securing a series on terrestrial TV.