Chris Evans - It’s Not What You Think and Memoirs of a Fruitcake 2-in-1 Collection

Top 10 Things Never to Joke about on the Air

Top 10 Christmas Presents

Part Three Fame, Shame and Automobiles

Top 10 Things No One Tells You about London

Top 10 Legends I Have Worked With

Top 10 Books that Have Inspired Me and at Times Kept Me Sane

Top 10 Jobs at a Radio Station—in My Very Biased Opinion

Top 10 Pivotal Moments in My Career

Top 10 Things that Make a Successful Radio Show (the type of shows I do, that is)

Top 10 Seminal Items of Technology that Had the World Aghast

Top 10 Pads

Top 10 Things to Take to a Meeting if You Think You are Going to get Shafted

Top 10 Memories of The Big Breakfast

Top 10 Female Pop Stars

Top 10 Things to Consider When You Split Up with Someone

Top 10 Songs Regularly Murdered at Karaoke

Top 10 TV Shows

Top 10 Expletives

Top 10 Great Questions to be Asked

Top 10 Reasons to Stay Friends with Your Ex

Top 10 Memories of Radio 1

Top 10 Bands on Radio 1 During Our Watch

Top 10 TFI Moments

Top 10 Things that are True about Showbiz

Top 10 Signs You Are Losing the Plot

Top 10 Things a Celeb Should Never Do

Top 10 Things I Think About—Other than My Wife and Family

Top 10 Offers I Have Declined

Top 10 Best Bits of Advice

Top 10 Most Useless States of Mind

Top 10 Things that Help Get a Deal Done

Top 10 Mantras

Top 10 Things People Put Off

Top 10 Reasons Why I Presume Capital Never Took Us Seriously

Top 10 Human Responses I Experienced Leading up to the Deal

Top 10 Houses I Have Found Myself In For One Reason Or Another

Appendix it is what you think…notes from the cast

Acknowledgements

About the Author

Picture Section

Top 10 Tabloid Newspaper Descriptions of Me

10 GENIUS

9 WHIZZ KID

8 MOGUL

7 MOTORMOUTH

6 UGLY

5 MEGLOMANIAC

4 DRUNKARD

3 TYRANT

2 LIAR

1 TOSSER

As you can see there have been countless occasionswhen I have done myself few favours in the public eye. After some deep thought and consideration on the road back to the real world, I can only conclude that this was because I reached the top of a mountain I never even expected to climb. Once there it’s obvious to me now that I didn’t have the first clue what to do next—so I jumped off.

‘Far more fun than merely walking back down and having a rest before setting off in search of the next one,’ I thought.

Wrong!

As a thirteen-year-old paperboy I never for a second imagined the tabloids I was then delivering would one day take me into their beloved bosom and splash me on their front covers with such regularity and for such varying reasons. Some good, some bad, some true, some fittingly published, but that’s all part of the deal. Anyone that complains about it—famous people that is—have to realise they can’t have their cake and eat it. The fatal mistake is to moan—if you don’t like the bright lights and everything that comes with them, get off the stage.

For years, as the song went, I did it my way; for years I thought I was bomb-proof; for years I was just plain lucky when I thought I was being a wise guy. Of course I got things wrong from time to time, but I put that down to being part of life’s rich tapestry—after all, few of us set out to get things wrong on purpose.

In the first half of my life—at least I hope it’s only been the first half of my life—I achieved everything I ever aspired to. I performed a job that I loved, I punched way above my weight when it came to dating the opposite sex, I worked with and met some of the most talented and exciting people on the planet, I bought cars and houses that were to die for and at one time I was co-owner of a company that was worth over a billion pounds. Yet here I am, sat back in front of the keyboard with a cup of tea, wondering just how on earth any of this happened.

Was there a plan? Not that I’m aware of, but then again I suppose there must have been—surely a story like this couldn’t occur by chance? Or maybe that’s what life is: just one big accident from start to finish and what comes round the corner to hit us depends on which road we’re on at the time.

Ultimately I look back and see a minefield of huge risks and high stakes in all aspects of my life, some of which went my way, some of which did not, but most of which I didn’t have to take in the first place, yet I still felt compelled to do so. Barring physical, mental and social disadvantages, I think this is the single most common theme that links people who might be more likely to exceed their so-called ‘expectations’ as opposed to those who don’t.

I am constantly intrigued by this existence of ours and why we are here at all in the first place and therefore, as a result, I am fascinated as to just how far we can take things before we are asked to leave. I also don’t want to leave; I love being alive and here and breathing and laughing and crying and loving and feeling, and so I have tried to grab every day by the scruff of the neck and wring it out for all it is worth. (Often to the detriment of my own well-being as well as to the exasperation of those around me.) But I’m sorry, I just can’t help it: that’s the way I am. Anyone who has a half- decent life and doesn’t wonder on a daily basis about the magnificence and irony of being a human being I simply cannot comprehend. Life is too fantastic to ignore.

Along this path of frustration and wonderment I have been lucky enough to achieve what many consider to be a reasonable level of success in my professional life (if not in my personal life)—or at least that’s what I thought. I have since come to realise that real success is about the long term. There is no better way to prove yourself than to get better at what you do every day you do it.

There is no question I have made at least as many bad decisions as good ones, probably many more, and there’s plenty of evidence to prove it—losing a bunch of money for a start—£67 million pounds at the last count (not that I had much to start with, so let’s not dwell on that). But I have also learnt that it only takes one good break to turn your life around and launch you into a stratosphere you never even dared dream of.

If I had to sum up the difference between the good times and the bad, the bottom line is that when I have put the effort in I have reaped the rewards, and when I have failed to do so my life has stalled—on several occasions going into a complete flat spin. It really is as simple as that.

As far as I can see, life is one big bank account and the best philosophy is just to keep on making deposits whenever you can; be they financial, emotional, occupational, or otherwise. This is the absolute number one way to reduce the risk of disappointment, unhappiness, poverty and loneliness. By rights, I’m not at all sure I should even still be here to tell my tale, but by the grace of God I am, so here goes.

10 How much is that chat-show host in the window?

9 How not to buy a national newspaper

8 The management have walked out—what do I do now?

7 Let’s give away a million pounds—hey, I’ve got an even better idea: let’s give away two

6 Macca and the maddest TFI moment of all

5 The £30,000 carrier bag

4 Gazza, the tour bus and a ‘convenient’ substitution

3 Quick, wake up—you’re 300 and something in the Sunday Times rich list

2 The £24-million cappuccino

1 Billie, the Doctor and a golfer named Natasha