Nick begins his journey like a good comic albeit an out of work journalist scattering cutting one liners to all and the sun dryed. It is not long before we arrive at a comic fairground of a location to allow Kennedy full reign to his cracking wit. What makes this book so absorbing is this blend of of comedy and horror. He turns the scene to a horrific nightmare dense with a murdered innocence in heat and light. The slaughterhouse, the coagulating blood drying on the rotten flesh of butchered kangaroos destined for the towns processing plant , the towns industry. Welcome to hell with a coma enticing soundtrack for company. Welcome to where your wife beats you and pulls out entrails in her spare time, welcome to where the waste is processed on your back door. Welcome to sellafield ? no, Welcome to Wallanup.