Chips, paracetamol and wine. The things we need
to keep us alive, and the things we need to dull the pain of being alive. These are poems about the weakness,
foolishness and brilliance of human life, places rarely visited, poems without convenient
endings. Hopeful and hopeless, detached and engaged, this is a book about dunderheids
and smackheads, lost cats and stuffed dogs, Charles Bukowski, Jimmy Johnstone
and Kylie’s golden pants. Chips, Paracetamol and Wine holds up a mirror
to the world, reflecting the chaos just below the surface; just the way things
are.