You can't always get what you want: the title of one of the Rolling Stones's best songs mocked me as I surveyed this 600-page deadly weapon of a book. I was hoping by now to be tucked up tidy with Morrissey's long-awaited autobiography but failing that would have to content myself with this extensive examination of Mozza's complete pop-star opposite – a priapic, black-music-thieving jet-setter who has been a staple of the gossip columns as much as the arts pages for the past half a century.
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