A series of terrible decisions, worse luck and what I'd like to call a fragile personality - though I'm sure there's a less endearing medical term for it - had left me at the mercy of life's ebbs and flows; bankrupt, jobless and broken. All I could see in my future was self-destruction, but from the darkness emerged my own personal guardian devil - in the guise of a rich, sociopathic friend from my school days - who delivered unto me a temporary rent-free living situation in Soho, London's most celebrated and established red-light district. What was a confused young man to do? Find religion? Become an accountant? Or throw myself into everything on offer? Raunchy and reckless, disgusting and depraved, humorous and humiliating, get ready for a self-help story like no other.
Soho and the Drinker