This autobiography of a London gangster, even with its glossary in the other hand, may be heavy weather for Americans for, although the author claims ""It's a doddle once you get the hang of it"", the rhyming slang and Soho argot may get in your barnet (hair). These are his years when, from 17 on, he was involved in crimes of many sorts, lived with (and off) many women, had a son, and ends his story on his way to the nick (jail). He has tales of art forgers, of getting slashed, of taking the charge (dope), of growing marihuana, of geezers and queers and their ""wedding"", of the many times he hits rock bottom, and of the strange world that inhabits his favorite kayf (cafe) 86. A rake's progress of modern times, this has more than a little of the Runyon atmosphere and style, and if its vocabulary does not cheese off readers this side of the water they will find it a bit of a really low down lark.