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In the eccentric world of 'Pussy Productions,' a London-based porn production company, a motley crew of individuals find themselves inexplicably thrown together. How this incendiary mix of people came to converge is a curious tale in itself. Sir Stott, a knighted Etonian, longs for the elegant normality of his pre-Pussy Productions life. Meanwhile, Hazelhot, an ex-military psychopath, is hell-bent on sowing violent, bloody chaos wherever he goes.

Young Bardell arrives in London seeking fame and fortune as a musician. Embarking on a helter-skelter ride through the heart of the London music scene, he discovers challenges and opportunities abound in equal measure. Living on dreams and fresh air, the bard’s luck is reliant on those he crosses paths with. Not everyone falls for his charm or ego and there are hard lessons to be had before he can ‘make it’, assuming he can ‘make it’ at all...

These poems were mostly written in 1987 while recovering in Clifton, Bristol in England. It heralded the start of a huge change for me, and I felt broken. The love of my life had just come to a messy end, and I’d been hitting the LSD too hard. Things felt beyond my control, and I now had to learn how to wait out the wounds for the first time. I began to write, to compensate for the anxiety and emotional state that I was struggling with.

A collection of poems inspired by a time of uncertainty, purpose, youth, and question. Hazy future. I'm not sure that I know anymore, just what’s fair, what's right at all. There's a long way to go on this open road, at the mercy of all the world may throw. I'm not sure that I feel anymore. When my home is gone in misty stories, my body is broken by men I don't know. Sometimes I feel like a puppet, in a loser’s show. I'm not sure of what I do anymore, though I've been avoiding it for so long. The reason’s lost, why I go on. Can I build it back, when I keep getting it wrong?

When Oso is yanked off his motorcycle and killed by a closed parking lot chain, Billy feels guilty for having taught him to hop curbs and shortcut traffic lights. Billy's survivor's guilt drags him down a spiral of excessive alcohol, reckless driving, one-night stands, and body painting. He's now all too aware that life is short - play hard.

The 747 that went up whole and came down in 876 pieces invaded every part of my life. My only consolation is that, without being able to turn around, she never saw the giant hole where the rest of the aircraft should have been. It was an oblong oval opening to the tumbling sky, bordered by torn cables, shredded aluminum aircraft skin, sheared beams, and spars, and accented with sparking severed wires.

Chris wakes up on a camping trip in Wales with memory loss, while his girlfriend, Kate, is seemingly unaffected. As he experiences the same day repeatedly, he begins to uncover unsettling differences and struggles to make sense of his situation.