In 1977, Dylan Jones got a student grant, allowing the music, art, book and magazine-infatuated teenager to leave his burger-flipping shift at his local Wimpy in the Home Counties and take his place on a foundation course at Chelsea School Of Art. Once in London, Jones would pick up its daily paper, the Evening Standard; 36 years later, he was appointed its editor in chief, with a comprehensive list of non-fiction books already on his CV.

All this and more is narrated with depth and wit within memoir These Foolish Things, named after the debut LP by a stylistic and musical hero of Jones’, Bryan Ferry. It richly detailing shifts in youth and club culture, music and fashion from the early 1970s onwards, laced with opinion and observations on the musicians, politicians and celebrities Jones has crossed paths with from his pre-Standard editorships at i-D, The Face, Arena and GQ’s British edition. There’s insight into the experience of being at the helm of a style mag, and the challenges that arise.

If, in many ways, Jones has had an enviable career, These Foolish Things is also vulnerable and honest – sometimes harrowing, even – concerning his personal life, including his father’s physical abusiveness and a disclosure of being raped, aged 17. Evidently, Jones has been determined not to let these traumatic events destroy or define him, and this memoir is an engrossing read on many levels.