You wouldn’t expect to find a mature woman of twenty-eight years of age mixed up with a bunch of swingers in a small town like Barntrosna. But that’s exactly what happened according to Walter Bunyan. And he should know, she was his wife. As for Declan Coyningham - there wasn’t a holier boy in all of Barntrosna - you couldn’t move in town without finding a bit of him in your path or under a hedge. And what exactly did come over Noreen Tiernan that made her shriek to wake the dead as she left the main street of the village in a Morris Minor all decked in pink and blue?

Patrick McCabe’s prose is as brilliantly macabre as ever. In scenes of disarming inventiveness, Mondo Desperado will make you howl with laughter from first unnerving page to last.