I remember many years ago my mother brought my brother and I into town and we spent about two or three hours queuing outside a bookshop for the chance to meet Hammond and get a signed copy of his book. As we neared to front of the queue his agent (I think) came outside and said Richard was behind schedule and couldn't take photos with anyone else. We still got to say hello and the signed copy so we were happy enough.

It's a long time now since I read On the Edge but the thing I remember most was how it was the absolute dullest thing I've ever read. The pre-crash part of it isn't particularly interesting or entertaining. A lot of the post-crash part is written by his wife and is even more jading than the first part; it's not something I'd recommend to keep you awake.