I knew he had a few unconventional beliefs (wasn’t he vegan? Hardcore Christian? Maybe teetotal?) but filed him as essentially harmless.
After reading Porcelain, well… Let’s just say his book is packed with incident.
Lots of dodgy sex – oceans of alcohol – antics a-gogo.
It’s a romp of a book.
Such outrageous fun in fact that Moby tells me he’s noticed that people have regarded him differently after reading it.
The fact is his book makes me like Moby more.
For a start he writes brilliantly – with none of the self-indulgence of most pop memoirs: