John Birmingham
Sequel to He Died with a Felafel in his Hand, this novel is the story of seven days in a shared household. When JB and his flatmates take in the new guy they have their doubts. The Celine Dion albums, the hordes of fluffy stuffed animals and the plastic-covered floral-pattern love seat should set their threat detectors singing. But nobody is paying attention.
Within days their house has become a swirling maelstrom of death metal junkies and Drug War narcs, stolen goods and hired goons, Tasmanian Babes, karate dykes, evil Yuppies, dopey Greens, and the Sandmen of the Terror Data.
Now the flatmates have one week to sober up, find two thousand dollars and catch the runaway new guy before Pauline Hanson, the federal government, cops, crims, their landlord and some very angry lesbians tear their house down and stomp them to jelly.
Can a bunch of hapless losers hope to defeat such an unholy alliance?
ISBN 187589 188
Duffy & Snellgrove
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