Synopsis
'The doorbell rang. I looked at my alarm clock. It was 3.00am. I closed my eyes and pretended I hadn't heard it. It rang again. I put on a pair of jeans and answered the door. It was Jesus. 'He looked terrible. His hair was unkempt and there were grey bags under his eyes. He stank of whisky. You had best come in, I said.' So begins a year in the life of The Man Who Fell Asleep - artist, thinker, writer, North Londoner, and alter-ego of Greg Stekelman, the bastard lovechild that James Thurber, Mark Twain and Eddie Izzard never had. Part novel, part journal, part snippets of conversation overheard on the Tube, part collection of drawings of Kevin Spacey and Condaleeza Rice, this unique diary is guaranteed to have you weeping with bemused laughter before you reach the end of the first chapter.