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Smelly Kid
My memoir, written with my mate Dave Taylor
They called me the smelly kid. I grew up in the Dorset Street flats with nothing, lost my mum to a drunk driver when I was twelve, and by fifteen I was homeless, sleeping in a mate's car and in 24-hour internet cafés.
This is how I got from there to here. Labouring in Australia, the oil rigs, the gas trade, getting sacked over my old videos, and OnlyFans saving my life. I've told it straight, the hard parts and the funny parts, because if you've ever been written off, I want you to know where you start doesn't decide where you end up.
I was tearful one minute and belly laughing the next.
I read the entire book in my head in Andy's Irish accent.
His words hit hard but his humour shines through.
By the end you are falling in love with his strength, courage, charisma, and ingenuity.

















