One of publishing's great successes is Mr Nice, the autobiography of Howard Marks. Now comes another book set to be as big - if not bigger! Bob James made his first drug run for a laugh when he smuggled grass from Marakesh to London in the seventies. In the eighties he became caught up in the craze for ecstacy before becoming drawn into the darker, more sinister world of coke from Columbia - and being banged up for six years. As charming and funny as Howard Marks, Bob James makes no apologies for his disgraceful behaviour! Part travelogue, part pharmacopoeia - the narrative is unrelenting. Time Out