Dimensions
153 x 234 x 24mm
Twentysomething Izzy is fedup. She has split with boyfriend Cian, the dirty love cheat, and is sick of her job as a dogsbody at film company Lights, Camera, Action. If she was paid to write the script of her so-called life (working title: Welcome to Dumpsville) it would definitely not include:
(1) Baggy tracksuit bottoms and dreadlocked hair
(2) Her flatmate's ever-present lump of a boyfriend watching everlasting football matches on the living-room TV
(3) Ill-advised booty calls
(4) Panicky pregnancy tests
(5) Bumping into Cian and his new squeeze, Brenda, while looking like something the cat spat up (see No.1)
It definitely would include:
(1) Sleek hair, sleek limbs (come to think of it, more-or-less sleek everything)
(2) A Jaffa Cake-eating rabbit called Dermot
(3) A foul-mouthed gran with a heart of gold
(4) Jonathan-absolute-total-ride-Cunningham
And, of course ...
(5) A girl's best friend, Gavin.
Since real life in Dumpsville is way weirder than anything she could make up, all Izzy can do is take a deep breath and hang in there . . .
