Scott Mills has been a much loved DJ at Radio One for the past 14 years and also happens to be one of the boys (aka gay).
This month sees the release of “Love You Bye”, his autobiography.
Celebrity autobiographies can be a bit of a chore, often containing dull in depth descriptions of their miserable childhoods, shameless name dropping or so called “shock” revelations. Mills’ book is none of these. It’s actually a really funny down to earth account of his life from when he first started trying to get into being a radio DJ. It’s satirical in parts and reads like listening to Scott on the actual radio.
O.K., so he’s hung out with the Hoff, sees Lorraine Kelly as his second mum and once caught a glimpse of what’s under Lady Gaga’s skirt. Essentially, though, he comes across as someone just like a lot of other gay blokes. He just happens to be famous too.
Like a lot of us he came out without there being loads of fuss, has caught a boyfriend cheating, had his heart broken, been dumped, drunk way too much Pinot Grigio and fallen for a straight bloke. He’s a bit self conscious, has struggled with his weight a bit and suffers from anxiety attacks. He’s not that unlike a lot of the rest of us gay blokes; certainly in my circle of friends anyway. That’s part of the charm of the book. It’s like listening to a funny mate telling you interesting stories about stuff that happened to him.
Unlike most of us, he’s also made a documentary about the harsh treatment of gay men in Uganda, which won him an award from Stonewall, walked across a desert with Dermot O’Leary, hosted Eurovision and has won numerous awards for his radio shows.
This book will appeal to people whether they’re huge fans of Scott’s show or not. Any book which contains an anecdote about an accidental colonic irrigation explosion and a sweary actress off of Birds of a Feather gets my vote. If you like funny celebrity stories and gossip with a bit of real life mixed in, then try this book.
Chris is a theatre and book obsessed Midlander who escaped to London. He’s usually to be found slumped in a seat in a darkened auditorium.