I have just finished PC's autobiography, which is very honest indeed.
It debunks two major myths about him - that he divorced his wife by fax, and that the paint pot on his piano on Top Of The Pops was a dig at the interior decorator with whom his wife had an affair (the wives are different, PC has been married three times).
He comes over as a modest man in many ways - his he song writing gift is accepted without comment, but his soundtrack work is seen my him as his real success.
I can recommend this as a look behind an (unpopular!) image for the real man behind it, who is far more likeable for it.
I must admit when looking for a holiday read in Sainsbury's the other day I saw this book and moved smartly away from it. My problem with PC is not his faxing faux pas or his paint pot pranks but his ruddy boring records :-)
In fairness Andy it's probably a good book but I guess I wouldn't be drawn to it as I'm not a fan.
In the end I didn't fancy anything that was on offer ...
His son Simon schooled & was in my sons band, they practised in my barn. PC delivered Simon in his Lotus & I joked I liked his posh fish tank, as the headlamps were full of water. He next came over in land rover & played his tape; I said Dinah Washington sounded better! ooops ;)