This book is a lot of things. It’s about drinking too much. It’s about snorting coke. It’s about having as much sex as possible. Above all, it’s a story about survival. Lincoln Townley was born in 1972. He married young and had a son. He was reckless and impulsive. He left that all behind for the high life in the capital. Soho, London was calling him. He spent the years 2009 to 2011 as head of marketing at a world-famous men’s club. Here, his reckless and impulsive grew to unbelievable heights.
If you liked American Psycho, this man is the real deal. I’m almost certain he didn’t kill anyone. He was a man of honour. He wanted everyone to have the best time. He wanted the girls to have the best time. If a man didn’t respect the women, he would stand for them, fight for them. That’s how he landed himself in police custody a couple of times. The way he writes about the highs and lows of his life is unapologetic and raw. He does have his moments of humour. Every night spent locked up is reviewed with a star rating and the service criticised as if it was a hotel.
Every word of this story is true. Drink, Coke, Cunt. If he wanted it, he had it. He lived a life of indulgence. Drink, Coke, Cunt. It was fascinating to be inside his head. He was able to rationalise all of his actions. He was driven and motivated to have more. Drink, Coke, Cunt. He wrote this book for himself. To prove that it was all real and he did survive it all. That Esurio didn’t kill him. There’s a terrible play on words here that the book is addictive to read as his coke, drink or sex addiction but that would be in poor taste. The book goes deeper than that. It is raw. It is mad. It is unbelievable.
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