Around about August 1948, Mr and Mrs Cyril Wakeman had an early night and some time later, at Perivale in Middlesex, Mrs Wakeman produced a bonny baby son. They named him Richard, but he quickly became known as Rick. Rick was a likeable little fellow who had a talent for the piano and for making tro[...]

Takes you on a trip of absurd excess, a cultural car crash of side-splitting hilarity and a glimpse (again) into the life of one of Britain's most legendary showmen, rock stars and all-time great raconteurs.[...]