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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

Medley of old hits from any era no matter who or no matter why.

Take a look at what you missed

Take time and Take it to the Max.

The last pub closes when the money runs out.

History Will Not Be Kind to You.

Last words she reads to him are these.

Last song on the JukeBox is Goodbye Felicia.

For the Avoidance of Doubt

For the Avoidance of Doubt

One day all the Gods of Endland (sic) started drinking at lunchtime for no particular reason and come late afternoon kind of regretted it – getting increasingly snarky/being too long in the sunshine and/or wishing they’d not had that last glass of Rum or whatever/or wishing that someone – most likely themselves – had not lost or not sat on their fucking sunglasses. All over Mt. Olympus rows were breaking out all and anywhere, incl. old ones resurrected and entirely new ones just appearing out of nowhere, voices raised, plates smashed and a couple of punches thrown before even 3pm was not a good sign.

It was always the same when the booze was involved tbh and if you asked Odysseus or anyone else of the older crowd of Gods – Carthorse, Xylophone, Mr Crinkle, or even Aspidistra – every1 just needed to KEEP CALM THE FUCK DOWN A BIT AND TAKE A DEEP BREATH, but obvs no one was asking them, they wasn’t even asking themselves. It was like the poets say “as if a all too human madness gripped them”, tho in true truth it was more like the kind of foolishness that always gripes Endland whenever the sky is blue and there is a air-traffic control strike or the weather is any warmer than 20 degrees.