A wry postman-turned-amateur-detective story about a first job, a steady friendship, a new love, and a dead dog . . . A highly original comic debut, this is poet Adam Ford's first novel, about the lives of inner-city twenty-somethings trying to get their shit together.
Steven has just crossed the Imaginary Line into the Real World and now he's delivering mail. He goes to the pub, he watches 'Murder, She Wrote' with Gina, he listens to Wayne's performance poetry . . . he's coasting. Until three unexpected figures flip him headfirst over his handlebars.
First there's Satan, the doberman from hell, who wants to know if posties really do taste like chicken. Then there's Emma, the comic-reading poet, who might teach Steven something about relationships - if they can make it last more than a week. Finally there's Mrs Abigail Fraser, the Scottish banshee, who accuses him of murder and puts his postal career at risk.
Can Steven clear his name? Is friendship more important than sex? And why isn't real life more like American television?
An urban comic detective tale of life, love and getting your shit together.
