This is a sometimes hilarious tale of the last days of Fleet Street, the raucous street of adventure where reputations were won and lost in a haze of booze, cigarette smoke and back stopping. It is also a unique expose of the double standards, hypocrisy, lying and cheating at the heart of Britain's public life in the past thirty years by a man who saw it first hand. In twelve years he held five editorships - a Fleet Street record - and was at the sharp end of the Mirror when Robert Maxwell drowned. These are the biting but brilliant memoirs of Richard Stott.