“Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.”
– The Song of Songs, chapter one, verse one
November 29, 1988. Maggie Thatcher's on the throne, George Bush Snr’s in the White House, our hero’s trying to make a crust writing about rock'n'roll. He wakes up with a hangover and someone whose name he can't remember in bed beside him. And his ex-wife's on the phone with some bad news about their son. He’s about to descend into the madness that is the drugs trade, involving comedy, sex and murder. Situation normal, that is: all fucked up.
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