I recently read Dave Davies’ autobiography ‘Kink’. It came out in 1996 but it was one I’d wanted to read for a few years and I bought a second hand copy. It had a train ticket from 2001 nestled inside, Forest Hill to London £2.40.
I very much enjoyed it, especially reading about the family growing up and how he and Ray Davies were simply two different people. It saddened Dave enormously but then again I sensed Dave moved through life looking through just his lens and not always thinking of consequences for others, particularly the women in his life. Speaking of which, he seems to have taken the opportunity to detail just about every sexual encounter he’s ever had, women and men. Maybe he thought he would be writing just the one, he’s since written another.
He completely lost me later in the book when it seems his editor gave him free reign to ramble on about his life-changing events with otherworldly voices (“intelligences”), ufos and other things which...well, I had to skip a few pages; but he certainly wants you to know all about it (and he knows it’s odd, but. Hmm, could be said for a lot of things.

) Otherwise it’s a very good read, especially as a fan of The Kinks, 60s music, lots of great stories.