Book Description
'LAST OF THE SUMMER WINE' ON PCP, STEROIDS AND CRACK'! Welcome to the rugged Northern wasteland where GAZZA is considered an effete intellectual, ELVIS would qualify as a health-food freak and Kosovo looks good for a winter break.
Trashing all before them, the psychotic RAIDERS OF THE LOW FOREHEAD maim, dismember, disembowel and slaughter the local cops and pensioners with gusto - and only one man can stop them.
Looking like an Oxfam poster-child with worms, seven stone weakling VINCE stands in their way. The world's last likely sex god is on a promise of guaranteed fingers and tops for life from SHARON - but only if he can bring the Raiders to justice AND free the unjustly imprisoned. But he faces another problem - banged-up LITTLE JOHNNY wants to stay in his cell AND in his gorgeous cell-mate.
Sicker than an outbreak of ebola in an orphanage, funnier than a napalm strike on the Comic Relief studios and punctuated by acts of such unspeakable ferocity that they'd have Hannibal Lecter coughing his guts up in disgust - RAIDERS OF THE LOW FOREHEAD is in your face, down your trousers and up your arse like a shit-eating rabbit on speed.