Picked up a cheap used copy of this which turned out to be signed by the author. An eminently readable jazz autobiography, of particular interest to me as Peter is almost exactly my age and the changes in the British jazz scene 1950s to present are all recognizable to me. Fascinating stories of jazz greats - and he knew many. He was particularly close with Philly Joe as they had the same "hobby". Lots of humour, too, as for instance when as a young man during his brief baritone-playing phase, he gets off a bus with his saxophone case to be greeted by a chirpy Cockney with, "Wotcher got in there, mate, a bleedin' submarine?"