Chips, Paracetemols and Wine

Chips, paracetamol and wine. The things we need to keep us alive, and the things we need to dull the pain of being alive.These are poems about the weakness, foolishness and brilliance of human life, places rarely visited, poems without convenient endings. Hopeful and hopeless, detached and engaged, this is a book about dunderheids and smackheads, lost cats and stuffed dogs, Charles Bukowski, Jimmy Johnstone and Kylie’s golden pants. Chips, Paracetamol and Wine holds up a mirror to the world, reflecting the chaos just below the surface; just the way things are.