'On Easter Sunday Father killed and ate a dog. He and the man with him cooked it on a primus in their tent after yet another unsuccessful day spent searching for their companion . . .'
PG Wodehouse wrote that: "the three essentials for an autobiography are that its compiler shall have had an eccentric father, a miserable misunderstood childhood and a hell of a time at his public school and I had none of these advantages".
Jeremy Scott had them all and then went on to:
- have an Evelyn Waugh like youth
- poison a battalion of the British Army (deliberately)
- work as a gigolo (well, he tried, amongst the glitterati of New York)
- get Edward Heath stoned on amphetamines
- tangle with Lord Lucan; and work with David Bailey and Terry Donovan; and have Paul Newman's daughter fall in love with him
- live with Peter Mayle, his best friend in Provence
This is a wildly funny, hugely entertaining and, in part tragic, memoir of an accidental life spent in the fast lane (an E type Jaguar in fact) with everyone who was anyone in the 1960s and 1970s.
