If someone said to you, ‘Imagine a tour manager for a rock band,’ what would you think?

Now take that thought and turn it completely on its head.

That’s Kim.

In this, my first book, Confessions of a Female Tour Manager, I tell the story of my life on the road with some of the most notorious bands in rock ’n’ roll history, including Chumbawamba, Hawkwind, Black Sabbath – and for the ten craziest years of my life, Motörhead.

Mine is the story of a woman in a man’s world. I had no interest in being one of the boys, let alone proving it. I wore designer shoes instead of steel toe-caps, freshly-painted nail varnish instead of tattoos and carried a Tiffany pen instead of an Allen key in my pocket. In thirty years, I never ran, never shouted, never gave in and never gave up. 

This is a memoir with a triple-A pass – filled with egos and escapades, divas and decadence, substance abuse and sex; tales of music and madness, of scotching stereotypes, of not giving a damn and deciding what really matters – all to a soundtrack playing at 11.