A typical fast and furious Ben Elton satire about drug use and crime right across the social spectrum. It's well argued, thought provoking and, at times, unsettling. It's also laugh aloud funny in a prickly and often shocking way.
Extract
'He got up and buggered off and I went and looked in the mirror and nearly crapped meself. I had so much marching powder on my face I looked like Father fookin' Christmas. Except Father Christmas don't have little trickles of blood running out of both nostrils.'
