His autobiography, aptly named "Mr. Nice", documents these events through the eyes of a charmingly innocent Welshman who, at the core of it all, didn't really fancy working for a living. The rest followed. Not once did he use violence or even a threatening word, he simply went about his business, albeit with about 27 aliases, and made boatloads of cash! The book itself is a remarkable read, detailing Howard's lavish life of an international playboy and devoted family man. A weird paradox really considering his occupation. It is triumphant, funny and surprisingly poignant. I can't recommend it highly enough - whatever your views on the legality of ganja (mine, despite not being a weed smoker, is simply that it's a plant...let me repeat, a PLANT!...end of debate.)
So here's to a simple man who bollocksed his way to a life of fame & fortune. Bravo sir.
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