P.G. 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.

Jeremy Scott was born into the eccentric decaying upper classes, he had a spectacularly successful life in advertising in the 1960s and 1970s until reinventing himself, first in Provence and then as an ascetic, whose life was saved by Marcus Aurelius 10 years ago.