Some books will change your life. This is not one of them. When the frontman to a Johnny Bunion and the Verrucas tribute act is murdered during a music festival at the Scribbling Horse in the rearward Wiltshire town of Slapam-on-the-Fye, Detective Inspector Wayne Kerr is assigned to the case, and gets more than he bargained for. Not much more, but definitely more . The plot thickens like moulded yogurt as personal relationship issues, small town petty politics, the prevalent stupidity of the pub regulars, and the landlady s impressive fun-bags all endeavour to distract him. Such is the idiocy of the regulars, that it is left to the pub dog to tell the story; a disgruntled dissident lurcher, no less opinionated than your average taxi driver, determined to put the world to rights rather than simply get on with telling the story. Just like David Bowie and Mick Jagger s cover of Dancing in the Street, this compelling murder-mystery whodunnit-whocares is a pop crime too far. This book will take you to places you'd rather not go to, but being as you're there anyway, you might as well endure it . for the sake of rock n roll. Set in spring 2023 when the nation, tired of being robbed by a Conservative clown school of thieves, but before the majority realised Keir Starmer would treat the country like a teenage boy treats his odd sock, and Reform were about as popular as Keith Moon in Anne Frank s attic, our story meanders like a river of sausages, just not as funny neither endangering to marine life. This book is not for children or the oversensitive. It contains violence, sex, and drugs references, and other disgusting things; I think you ll like it.

Some books will change your life. This is not one of them. When the frontman to a Johnny Bunion and the Verrucas tribute act is murdered during a music festival at the Scribbling Horse in the rearward Wiltshire town of Slapam-on-the-Fye, Detective Inspector Wayne Kerr is assigned to the case, and gets more than he bargained for. Not much more, but definitely more . The plot thickens like moulded yogurt as personal relationship issues, small town petty politics, the prevalent stupidity of the pub regulars, and the landlady s impressive fun-bags all endeavour to distract him. Such is the idiocy of the regulars, that it is left to the pub dog to tell the story; a disgruntled dissident lurcher, no less opinionated than your average taxi driver, determined to put the world to rights rather than simply get on with telling the story. Just like David Bowie and Mick Jagger s cover of Dancing in the Street, this compelling murder-mystery whodunnit-whocares is a pop crime too far. This book will take you to places you'd rather not go to, but being as you're there anyway, you might as well endure it . for the sake of rock n roll. Set in spring 2023 when the nation, tired of being robbed by a Conservative clown school of thieves, but before the majority realised Keir Starmer would treat the country like a teenage boy treats his odd sock, and Reform were about as popular as Keith Moon in Anne Frank s attic, our story meanders like a river of sausages, just not as funny neither endangering to marine life. This book is not for children or the oversensitive. It contains violence, sex, and drugs references, and other disgusting things; I think you ll like it.