I’ve been a big Monty Python fan for about 45 years now.  I own all the DVDs, all of the scripts, most of their books, and several biographies and autobiographies.  Although he’s not my favorite Python, he’s hilarious and very talented.  The book is filled with many jokes, lots of funny stories, and poignant tributes to George Harrison and Robin Williams, with whom Idle was very close, and whose deaths profoundly affected him.  Unfortunately, the book is overshadowed by the constant, endless, over the top name-dropping.  He apparently was friends with and hung out with every celebrity in Hollywood, as well as every rock star, and the endless tales of champagne, parties aboard yachts, visits to David Bowie and Iman’s home in Mustique, etc. etc. get tiresome very quickly.  The stories about the Holy Grail movie, Life of Brian, their performances at the Hollywood Bowl, their reunion show in London, and the making of Spamalot were very entertaining, but these make up about a third of the book.  The other two thirds is just a list of parties and events, and the celebrities who were there with him.  Enjoyable, but frustrating.