Comment on the event and the book is in no way influenced by the complimentary copy – see our review here:
Of more concern was the disturbing lack of water. One, we’ll call it a decanter because it seems like a nice idea, ‘receptacle’ between dozens of people. Even a sincere and heartfelt plea to general dogsbody and hard-working Presbyterian Andrew Dickson to replenish stocks fell on deaf ears.
One may choose here to blame the publisher, but it’s not unreasonable for a club happy to offer substantial six figure sums to tiger-wrestling CEOs (and a brand new club blazer to Mr. Graham) to manage to divine some fucking H2O for the people.
Buy the book. Thank you.