Have a Nice Day!: A Tale of Blood and Sweatsocks - Mick Foley

Ok I'm really annoyed, no not at the book, actually I haven't re-read the book in the last six months or so, the books wonderful. The reason for my kvetching (I can use a thesaurus) mood is the fact I've just read a couple of reviews on this book and realised anything I'm going to write pales in consideration to those reviews I've already read, damn you. You know who you are (well one of you should, I've just left a message saying as much). Mick Foley, the man of many names, which include "God" (very apt), Mankind (see, the big capital's near the top of the book), Cactus Jack, Dude Love (no, not a gay porno star), Super Zodiac #2 (no it's not a ...  Read the complete review

I’ve long been an avid reader, devouring books at a speed that has surprised friends and amazed colleagues in the past. But, no matter what I was reading, I was always able to put a book down at any point and come back to it later. I simply couldn’t understand what people meant when they call a book “unputdownable” as I’d never found my self in that situation. That was until I discovered “Have a Nice Day”, the autobiography of the wrestler Mankind. I’d had it on order for some time, and the bookstore called when, quite by chance, I was outside about to collect an ill friend from work. I picked up both and, like a good friend should, promptly ignored her in ...  Read the complete review

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When Mick Foley decided to write his autobiography, he was greeted with many laughs and jibes. If you have ever had the pleasure to watch Foley perform then you will notice that he does not look anything like an author. But then again, what is an author supposed to look like? Whatever the case, I am sure that it is not Mick Foley, a seasoned World Wrestling Federation superstar. Nobody thought that he would be capable to write a book worth reading. But, unbeknownst to all but his closest friends, he is a very intelligent man whose lifelong dream was to write a book about his life. His Mum had encouraged this from a very early age and Mick had envisioned his career to be ...  Read the complete review

SPLASH!! There goes my good dooyoo reputation right down the toilet even before people have read this one small review of a wrestler's autobiography. But I plead with you, wrestling fans and non-wrestling fans, to read on because if I can make this review only half as good as the book then I know I'll have done a good job. First of all I'd like to point out that I didn't actually buy the book myself - it was bought by my dooyooing mother who had won an Amazon Voucher and thought my brother would like Mike Foley's life story. When it arrived, I think that he was put off by the 748 pages in the paperback version which she had ...  Read the complete review