Article 13199 of the Pan-European Constitution:

‘No person shall be prejudiced from employment in any capacity, at any level, by reason of age, race, creed or incompitence.’

In a united Europe of the near future, incompetence is not an option – it's compulsory.

You can't be fired for being bad at your job.

But the rules don't apply to the psychopath who's leaving a trail of corpses across the continent. He's very competent indeed.

And so, down these mean, incredibly badly sign-posted streets, one detective must thread his way through a maze of blind night club bouncers, octogenarian male bunny girls and airline pilots with vertigo.

In search of a killer. In search of the truth.  In search of a decent plumber.


“The perfect, page-turning laughathon.” DAILY ECHO

“A revolutionary black comedy. The scenes build until laughter is inevitable. Very funny. Spookily similar to that other science fiction writer, Douglas Adams.” DAILY EXPRESS

“It’s a tequilla-sniffing, lemon-in-the-eye kind of affair – all wrong, but so right” MAXIM

“Hilarious. Extremely competent.” EDGE MAGAZINE

“Fabulously funny – his best offering yet.” BIRMINGHAM POST

“Rob Grant writes like a dream. A surreal Monty Pythonesque (or should that be Red Dwarf-esque?) detective novel, peppered with laugh-out-loud gags and elaborately conceived, vastly silly set-pieces.”