"This book is an absolute ripper! It feels like a combination of Hunter S Thompson and Anthony Bourdain with a splash of early Marco Pierre White.

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Flynn, aka Slippery, aka Liam Carroll, is a very naughty boy! His journey through the seamy underworld of global commodities trading is a ribald 'hold onto your seats' rollicking yarn. Enjoy the journey through the seedy, booze filled trading culture in Singapore and Shanghai as Slippery is blooded from naïve apprentice to global trader. 

 

This is laugh out loud funny with a tight, well-honed writing style that is very hard to put down."

 

Geoff Fowlstone

Author's Preface

Towards your final years of secondary schooling, you will most likely be forced to take a seat opposite a careers counsellor.

Staring across the table at you, an earnest man or woman, well groomed and ill informed, covered in cheap fragrant enhancers and even cheaper clothing, will politely guide you through the world that exists beyond the school's perimeter - a frightening world where you have to earn a living. 

What do you want to do with your life? What do you want to be? The usual worn out paths will no doubt be considered. Medicine, law, engineering, building, accounting, even teaching may earn a mention. The phrase, a hard day’s work for a fair day’s pay, will likely fill your eardrums with misdirected anticipation of how the outside world functions. It’s rare a student will see straight through the well-intended farcical conversation and be brazen enough to say hey listen, I just want to make fuckloads of cash! In a world where cash is King, a student with the clarity of thought to ponder such a query is well on the road to righteousness.

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I was not that kid. I was bright eyed, freckle covered and cursed with adolescent notions of compassionate purpose. I chose physiotherapy, completing the requisite academic hoops and jump ropes to receive a piece of paper signed by a dean and stamped with University of Sydney insignia. Well done.

 

I continued on to endure a few years of having my good nature beaten out of me, my life consumed with endless thirty-minute appointments of pure misery. Patients would stare longingly into my eyes, believing I could somehow touch them like Jesus and wipe their pain clear. Meanwhile, men and women with dollar signs in their eyes and vacuums between their ears were banking bonuses that made my hip pocket weep and my heart fill with spiteful fury.

 

What were these people doing all day in those investment banks and trading firms anyway? The careers counsellor never laid out what exactly was going on at the top of the corporate ladder in those flashy office buildings.

 

I would have to work it out on my own.

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