Scotty Bowers is the most honest person I've known, with the best memory for names and places I've ever seen. There’s a lot of darkness in the stories (like many non-famous folks, the sex of the stars is influenced as much by pain and past humiliations as pleasure), but the overall tone is a kind of bemused enjoyment. The Daily Express (UK) "Full Service opens the doors of the closeted, X-rated underworld of old Hollywood through three decades. Eventually, he established himself as a bartender and event-arranger/caterer and became a Hollywood fixture as the go-to guy for quick sleazy sex, the most well-esteemed person in Hollywood that no one outside Hollywood ever heard of. Like so many young men of the time, the experience gave Scotty the realization that life is too short and cruel not to spend it in the pursuit of pleasure, both giving and receiving.

This handsome ex-Marine and his friendly gas station have long been alluded to in Hollywood memoirs.It is "Scotty Bowers"– a name that had me thinking of the Bowers who perished with the great, gloomy Scott 100 years ago in the Antarctic; if only our author had been in that tent. But here's the catch — he serviced the highest ranks of the closeted members of Hollywood, right during the Golden Age of movies. and he's virtually absent from his daughter Donna's life, which he openly admits on several occasions. To hear him tell it, he’d been chased after sexually from a young age by all sorts of people – men, women, priests, people on his paper route. Tennessee Williams once wrote an account of my life and adventures in Hollywood, but I told him to burn it -- it was beautifully written, but made me sound like the mother of all queens!

In the mid 1970s, when the film Deep Throat was popular, Bowers claims to have arranged for Linda Lovelace to give instruction on deepthroating at parties. The bit I did find disturbing was the ease with which the author discussed his childhood abuse by 2 men and multiple Catholic priests. Here's a genuinely affectionate guy with a ginormous sex drive who befriended and slept with tons of people, including incredibly beautiful and sexy ones. He always made sure his mom had money, but he wasn’t a good dad and completely incapable of being a husband.

I recommend the memoir with few reservations — especially if you are looking for a light read about a man whose free relationship with sexuality helped others live their lives to the fullest, outside of the limelight. SPOILER ALERT: This review from here on in will discuss some of the racier and more graphic sections of Scotty's storied life. This was to be the inaugural book in the Tinseltrash Book Club, a sleazy cabal of ne’er do wells dedicated to the pursuit of arcane knowledge, namely who in old Hollywood was schtupping who, and how. As far as outing them, it really does seem like Scotty waited until nearly everyone was gone, and he was almost a nonagenarian to tell his tale.

There is so much in Full Service I have not even touched on — and that's just the way a book review should go, in my opinion.

Cary Grant, Rock Hudson, George Cukor, Katharine Hepburn and Vivien Leigh are among those named by Bowers, now 88.

In so doing he exposes Hollywood's double standards: showbusiness relied on gay people and gay actors to make huge fortunes and create masterpieces and yet t it completely covered up and cancelled any hint of homosexuality, bisexuality and difference, instead portraying and propmoting the homogenisation of love and lust. and for whom the well-endowed Bowers performed his 'swizzle-stick trick' when he bartended private sex parties (at which, both he and no doubt his legal team are intent upon reminding you every fourth paragraph, he never ever EVER received any compensation.That's surprising, given that 1) I am as far from being a prude as possible and 2) I found the documentary version intriguing enough to pick up this book in the first place.