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Chapters (48)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Introduction
  4. Endland
  5. About Lisa
  6. Shame Of Shane
  7. Who would dream that truth was lies?
  8. Eve & Mary
  9. Chaikin/Twins
  10. James
  11. The Shell Garages History Of Mud
  12. Kelly
  13. Morton & Kermit
  14. Crash Family Robinson
  15. Wendy’s Daughter
  16. Void House
  17. Jonesey
  18. Killing Of Frank
  19. Arse on Earth
  20. The life, movies & short times of Natalie Gorgeous
  21. German Fokker
  22. Carmen by Bizet
  23. They get you most all gone when you always alone
  24. It is murky and opaque
  25. intentions seem good
  26. Cellar Story
  27. I thought I smelled something dirty
  28. Last of the First 11
  29. The Ant and The Grasshopper
  30. The Chapter
  31. Mission of Jobbin
  32. wanted to get a good look
  33. Taxi Driver
  34. Loose Promise
  35. The children of the rich
  36. The Waters Rising
  37. #Dibber
  38. Long Fainting/Try Saving Again
  39. BureauGrotesque
  40. Anger is Just Sadness Turned Inside Out
  41. Maxine
  42. For the Avoidance of Doubt
  43. now not moving
  44. A Note about Endland
  45. Acknowledgements
  46. Dear readers
  47. This book was made possible thanks to the support of:
  48. About the Author

Reviewing his best bits before the inevitable burn up demise #Dibber was filmed in the long time neglected gym of the space station, trying to do sit ups in Zero G, ending up flipping and flopping all over the capsule, laughing and laughing. For a moment, even with the low-res footage and the sound-sync issues, you could almost see why he was Celebutard material in the first place, his boyish grin and general knowledge genial humour, the ghost of his physique still speaking somehow through the muzzle of his flab. It was quite moving when the different doomed crew members went one by one into the command cabin or whatever to tell their last words before the re-entry that would fireball the fuck out of the ship and incinerate them all. The whole drinking-age population of Endland (sic) was watching pretty much. Gonad sang a song that his brother had taught him, Shirl, Shack and Shakey kissed and made up, Veronica Toothache dissed the bitches back home, Randy did some kind of whacked out Michael Jackson tribute that was more than a bit miss-judged and the ratings didn’t really endorse it, Abbi flashed her massive predictable cleavage, Raj made a speech about mental illness cos she said her dad was a mentally ill and she wanted proceeds and donations to a charity. Anyway. When it came to #Dibber he had in mind to do a kind of medley of his catchphrases, set to a melody he’d been working on using a acoustic guitar left behind in the galley by one of the former Russian crewmembers back in 80-whatever, but in the end he just sat there alone in the cabin with the guitar and stared at the camera, all quiet, saying nothing, hardly moving in the softly blinking lights. He wondered how long the techs or editors would give him there, with just this silence and his stillness, and if the socials would say it was poignant or just sad or pathetic or selfish or just way too deep or like weird or bitch please, whatever, shut up, doesn’t matter. Come what may. He held it as long as he could and later went back in his top bunk at the crew quarters, eyes tearing up.