Twenty-nine years old with a less than healthy appetite for booze and a buzz, Bill lived in a messy rented room, sold his soul daily in a PR agency and couldn't remember the name of the last woman he screwed. He was a disappointment to his family but indicative of his generation.
That was until a £10 psychic and a hanging cat came along to save him. And her the one whose name he remembered.
A coming of age late tale as a jaded PR man seeks meaning and love in his life and addresses past, present and future along with a misfit cast of mystics, tramps, bar flies and copywriters.
"A coming-of-age novel snorting with energy." Daily Mail
"A lethal cocktail of Bukowski and Mad Men, finished with a twist of dry Welsh wit." Mike Williams, NME editor