You wouldn't expect to find a mature woman of twenty-eight years of age mixed up with a bunch of swingers in a small town like Barntrosna. But that's exactly what happened, according to Larry Bunyan. And he should know, she was his wife. As for Declan Coyningham . . . there wasn't a holier boy in all of Barntrosna - you couldn't move in town without finding a bit of him in your path or under a hedge. And what exactly did come over Noreen Tiernan that made her shriek to wake the dead as she left the main street of the village in a Morris Minor all decked in pink and blue?
Brilliantly macabre as ever, Patrick McCabe's prose will have you howling with laughter from the first unnerving page to the last.
