When Paul Nichols took a job as a hotel night manager in a top London hotel, he was hoping to advance his career and meet a few A-list celebrities along the way. He wasn’t disappointed, thanks to encounters with Tom Cruise, Nicole Kidman, Rihanna, Puff Daddy, Kanye West, Kimberly Stewart, Noel Gallagher and Peter Kay, among others. He had no idea that he would also have to play detective, deal with cases of theft, cover up several potential sex and drugs scandals, rescue a starlet from the paparazzi and do his frantic best to save the life of a severely-injured guest. He also didn’t expect to be finding concealed cameras in celebrities’ bedrooms. A shocking, entertaining and sometimes hilarious account of life behind the scenes at a millionaires’ hotel – and these are just the stories that can be printed...
This is - and I’m not exaggerating - one of the worst books I have ever read. This man does not know how to write, he simply could not tell an interesting story to save his life. The structure is non existent. He is obnoxious, frustrating and pathetic, not to mention homophobic and misogynistic af. He needs to be slapped repeatedly back to reality, I swear to god. He is narcissistic way past the point of delusion. His views on women are disgusting and predatory, he truly deserved not only to be fired 583637 times over, but also prison time. I was hate reading this for most of the book, just because I wanted to fucking finish it. Also, if you’re going to go there and write a tell-all that results in a fat juicy lawsuit, at least make it interesting, this is for the most part a big nothing burger.