I honestly don't know how to describe this book. It's certainly different. Perhaps
a series of abstract thoughts, letters to the editor, newspaper columns and the
inevitable politically incorrect short stories. The author has a go at everything
NZ society holds to be true. He blames the whisky for his misfortunes and
lust for laziness and regards writing as energy saving. For exercise he pushes
the remote to change the TV channel. |
This is the first in a series of three "Drunk" philosophical epistles. The third
volume will be finished when the author finds his corkscrew. You will meet Sydney Ballarat, a professional alcoholic. Then a bankrupt lawyer who did his best but was defeated by circumstances beyond his control. Also learn how mankind emerged from the cave and discovered womankind and other natural disasters. |
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