When I began writing this book, I went home to see if my mum had kept some of my old stuff. What I found was that she hadn't kept some of it. She had kept all of it - every bus ticket, postcard, school report - from the moment I was born to the moment I finally had the confidence to turn around and say 'Why is our house full of this sh*t?' Sadly a recycling 'incident' destroyed the bulk of this archive and left me with no choice but to actually write this thing myself. Most of it is true. I have of course, amplified my more positive characteristics in an effort to make you like me.
'Very funny... It seems there are two Sue Perkins: the TV one, who gabbles and pratfalls, and the sensitive one who aches. They can both write. The first writes comedy, the second tragedy; in this sense, reading her memoir is very like meeting her' - Sunday Times
'As charming and funny as Perkins herself. Like going for a long, slightly drunken lunch with your naughtiest friend' - Red
'Life, love and loss - it's all here. Warm, crisp and beautifully layered - like its author, Spectacles is a complete delight. Edging into the territory of National Treasure' - Independent on Sunday