
In our exclusive extracts, adapted by DOUGLAS WIGHT, Kenny reveals how he charmed two of the small screen's fantasy girls into bed, news presenter KIRSTY YOUNG and sports favourite GABBY YORATH, now his wife.

But he was gobsmacked when he got there - after a few drinks the top news presenter just couldn't wait to get up close and personal.
"It was 3am and that awkward stage at the end of a first date," says Kenny. "It had gone well but I didn't really know what to do. I gave her a little kiss on the cheek and one on the lips.
"Then SHE put her arms round ME and soon we were kissing properly.
"Five minutes later she was unbuttoning my shirt. . ."
But stunned sporting legend Kenny had been warned what was on the cards - by his knowing pal Gareth, nicknamed Jumbo.
He was there when Kenny's phone first rang and that distinctive husky voice purred down the line "Hi! it's Kirsty."
The blonde newsreader and the international rugby star had hit it off days earlier at a pub in their native Stirling, in Scotland. Now she was inviting him to join her at her Glasgow pad.
Eager Kenny was about to dash straight round in his T-shirt until Jumbo intervened: "You're not wearing THAT . . . you've got to wear a shirt. She's gonna want to unbutton it and see your body. Guaranteed. She canna unbutton your T-shirt. . . trust me." And he was right, as Kenny told Jumbo after calling to get a lift home at 3am.
As the romance took off, cautious Kirsty demanded they meet at her place. She was paranoid after a string of failed high-profile flings and wanted to avoid attention.
But Kenny hadn't quite twigged it. He says: "I turned up for our second date in my sponsored car with my name plastered all over it. Kirsty took one look and said, 'You can't park that here!'
"So I had to leave it about 500 yards away and walk. I went through the same charade every time.
"But we had a great laugh together. If we had to be secretive, so be it. We found plenty of ways to amuse ourselves at her place. . . "
One night Kenny coaxed Kirsty back to his family farm on the outskirts of Stirling, along with Jumbo and one of the newsgirl's friends. "It looked as if it was going to be a spectacular sunrise," recalls Kenny. "So we decided to take my car and a bottle of champagne and go to sit in a field where the grass was about a foot long.
"The sky was a lovely red by now, the view was lovely, we drank bubbly and had the music going. It was perfect.

"Then Kirsty said she needed the toilet, so I told her to take the car down to the bottom corner of the field. I don't know what got into her, but by the time she got there she was going so fast she couldn't stop. She smashed through the fence and carried on into a field of barley.
"She left a perfect strip of flattened crop in her wake. The car was torn to shreds by the barbed wire, and the top of the windscreen had taken the impact of one of the posts. It might easily have killed her if it had struck a bit lower."
Kirsty survived unscathed but was still terrified of publicity. So Jumbo drove the car to a friend's place to hide the evidence and Kenny kept mum - until a farmer tending sheep in the next field told him he had seen everything! The player begged him not to tell anyone - and they managed to pull the wool over the media's eyes.
After a year, Kenny joined Kirsty when her career took off and she moved to London. Within a week of him clinching a big-money professional contract with top London side Wasps, alongside Lawrence Dallaglio, Kirsty became the face of Channel 5 news, famously perched on the end of a desk.
But as he started to live the high life with new-found buddies, cracks started to appear in their romance.
"My exciting new lifestyle with Wasps wasn't great for relationship building," admits Kenny, "although I will always be grateful to Kirsty for making me go to London.
"She was living in a flat in Earls Court, which served as my base.
"I'd turn up on Thursday, go to training and return in the dead of night after an evening out with the boys. That kind of thing wasn't her scene at all." Career-driven Kirsty was never comfortable with the wild partying of the rugby scene. And the final straw came when Kenny staggered home drunk following a typical rowdy night out.
By then they had got a house together. A team- mate was supposed to be staying over that nightbut got locked out. So after banging on the door the 20 stone, 6ft 8ins hulk showed his disgust by wrenching a concrete bollard out of the pavement and leaving it on the doorstep for Kirsty to trip over next morning as she left for work at 5am.
And there was another shock in store. Kenny confesses: "Apparently I got up in the middle of the night and p***ed on Kirsty's clothes. That was a new low in my life. Kirsty wasn't pleased. We'd reached breaking point."
The relationship that started with fireworks had turned into a damp squib.
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Kenny and wife Gabby had been overjoyed when she fell pregnant through IVF after years of worrying they might never have children.

But problems started when doctors ordered a Caesarean following 24 hours of fruitless labour. Then, within moments, the babies were coming naturally after all.
First Reuben was born at 11.40pm on July 28, 2005. But as Kenny proudly introduced him to Gabby's family outside, there were problems with the second twin. She was in the breech position - coming out feet first - and her heartbeat was racing.
Kenny says: "The doctor literally reached in and grabbed her by the legs." And just four minutes before midnight Lois was born.
But although the twins were both healthy, suddenly it was Gabby in trouble. "The doctor called out for assistance," says Kenny.
"There was chaos. Blood was pumping out of Gabby like a hosepipe. They couldn't stop it."
As the doctor shouted for an urgent tranfusion Kenny began fearing for Gabby's life.
"I took her hand but she was drifting away," he says. "I looked at her and then at these two tiny babies, then back at her. Panic was rising in me, panic and confusion.
"There was blood everywhere. The floor was covered in it. Gabby's family saw her being rushed to the operating theatre on a trolley covered in blood, the wheels leaving red tracks as they went. There was more panic."

Minutes later though, things were under control. The transfusion worked and Gabby started to come round. Kenny says: "She was confused. But I leant down and said, 'We've got two kids. They're fine. And now they're just finishing off your designer vagina!' We laughed, and the babies were rolled in, bawling their eyes out."
Despite the drama, Gabby agreed Kenny should wet the babies' heads. So he called a few pals, including footballer Jamie Redknapp, and hit the beer, vodkas and champagne in London's West End, finishing up at the Dorchester.
"By 3am I was all over the place," says Kenny. "I threw up in the lift and Jamie took me back to his place. When I woke up about 11 I felt awful."
Kenny went downstairs to face a stern talking-to from Jamie's pop star wife Louise. She told him: "Don't you think you should be at hospital with Gabby? You're a disgrace!" Kenny soon found worried Gabby had been trying to reach him. On top of that he had to pick up his mum from Heathrow Airport - and suffer another dressing-down. Kenny admits telly sports presenter Gabby is his perfect wife. "I don't ever have to feel guilty about watching sport on TV!" he jokes.
And he recalls how cheek got him into her house, and her bed, on their very first date. Gabby had just bought the place and showed Kenny around, including a huge waterbed left by previous owners. "Then Gabby jumped on it," says Kenny. "Well, that was an invitation if ever there was one. So I jumped on, too. But when I hit the bed, she flew off. I rushed over to help and then came the moment, a pause, and I kissed her.
"But after all the usual is-it-a- good-idea stuff we slept together fully clothed - in her PROPER bed!"
EXTRACTED from Just For Kicks by Kenny Logan, to be published by Headline on September 3 at £18.99, © Kenny Logan, 2009. To buy it for just £16.19 (with free P&P) call 0845 271 2137 or visit notwbookshop.co.uk
This article has 12 comments
I can't believe some of the comments here, Kenny is simply telling it as it is. Knowing Kenny as I do, he would have discussed this fully with Gabby before signing the dotted line. If he had to cut out bits to stop upsetting people, it wouldn't be worth reading. So get a life you negative people. Its a very good read.
By David Owen. Posted September 26 2009 at 1:29 PM.
Ten previous comments, ten sanctimonious wowsers of the "Outraged" of Tunbridge Wells brigade, all too ready to leap to judgement. Ever thought that there is just a chance that Gabby Logan read it first?
By Graeme Marshall. Posted August 30 2009 at 12:04 PM.
I thought he was only famous for been Gabby's husband anyway??
By Alex. Posted August 29 2009 at 10:42 AM.
I had no idea he was such a total idiot - who on earth would want to part with their hard-earned cash to read that rubbish.
By Victoria Rees. Posted August 28 2009 at 4:54 PM.
Sounds like a highly exciting book to read....not!!!! Everybody has a bloody book out these days.
By Peter. Posted August 27 2009 at 1:30 PM.
total lack of class, what a creep.
By Charlotte. Posted August 26 2009 at 6:40 PM.
What a hairy lowlife neanderthal. A gentlemen never tells.
By Jonathan. Posted August 24 2009 at 9:53 PM.
I think Kenny will have a very long face after Gabby reads this.
Oops, thats right, he does already.
By Vale. Posted August 23 2009 at 4:20 PM.
Sad!
By SB. Posted August 23 2009 at 11:30 AM.
I'm sure Gabby will be so pleased to know that her family will hear she gave out on her first night. Good on Louise R for talking to him the way she did the morning after the twins were born. I went through something similar and despite me saying to my hubby to go and have a drink with our families, he refused and spent the night sleeping on the floor of my room in the hospital.
By Mary. Posted August 23 2009 at 10:46 AM.
He is really showing his class now isn't he, or lack of it I should say.
I pity Gabby. She now knows that anything she does with him can and probably will, be spewed out in a future Volume 2 of his tawdry memoirs. I suggest he calls it "Further memoirs of a non-entity"
A gentleman never, repeat never, boasts about his sexual activity. He is no gentleman. He should be ashamed of himself.
By Dirk Jonas. Posted August 23 2009 at 10:01 AM.
Well, I'm sure Gabby will be really pleased to read this.
By ian. Posted August 23 2009 at 12:13 AM.