In some dystopian future (a.k.a. known as The Present) there will be the need to adapt and adjust to cope with the chaos, insanity and divisiveness. This is not the book to help. Combining questionable advice, rants and praise for beer, Jonathan Traynor also regales us with tales of misadventures at musical festivals.
Swearing comes naturally to this North Belfast native, however, it is perhaps the collective amount of foul language ever collected in a single short book.
“A piece of crap from start to finish, didn’t know whether to cry or cry more.” The author
Swear words, questionable advice, at best, and a weird series of rants
About The Author
Jonathan Traynor has had a successful career as a journalist and writer for more than three decades. After publishing his first collection of short stories, Watching The Watched, he has descended into writing this shitty book.
Over the coming months and years he will once again don his sensible clothes, write for corporate clients, newspapers and finish some other books.
He was last seen surrounded by empty beer cans, cigarette butts and empty crisp packets, with loud music playing. If you come across him in the wild, please remind him to put some clothes on.
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