Book review: Apathy for the devil by Nick Kent

This is a memoir of the Seventies, and my god, here's a man who really lived them. Nick Kent, king of rock journalists, was 19 when the decade began, and it wasn't long before he was snorting drugs with Keith Richards ("don't ever find yourself in a drug stand-off with him"), exchanging small talk with Marc Bolan ("brash little hustler"), and getting it on with some of the many girlfriends of Cat Stevens (who was "getting more pussy than Frank Sinatra"). This goes on and on, very entertainingly - Beefheart, Iggy Pop, Bowie, even Rod Stewart ("a prince among men"). Kent's verdict: a morally bankrupt decade.