Damn, it was fun being a rock star in the Nineties. Blur's Alex James might have the least neurotic story on this list: no tragedy, no trauma. He had a blast being London's prettiest rock prince for a few years, chasing models and guzzling champagne and writing brilliant songs and savoring the Soho nightlife. And when it was over, he got on with his life and settled down on a cheese farm. By the end of the book he's happily married and milking goats. So what if he estimates he flushed a million pounds' worth of booze and blow down his nostril-toilets? Blessed are the cheesemakers!