Losing My Virginity isn’t a polite memoir; it’s a riot. Branson goes from scrappy zine-pusher to balloon-hopping tycoon, proving that branding is king and his spine is made of reinforced steel. Forget the headmaster’s threat of prison—he chose the millionaire route, and he didn’t wait for permission.
His rule? “Say yes to the impossible, figure out the rest later.” In a world of cowards, that’s the only manifesto you need. It’s raw, it’s useful, and it’s exactly what we need right now. Read it. Then go break something.
