Mad Love

The atmosphere of a date should be bottled and used by NASA as DEATH GAS 2000. No cool swagger for you, no smooth dance moves, no witty repartee. You’ll trip on footpaths, barrell into bitter ex-lovers, sizzle your hair with a cigarette, forget the punch line, their name, your name, and once again, go home alone to drunkenly recall in vivid detail every horror, real or imagined.

Sound familiar? In Mad Love Kirsty Brooks tells her collected tales about mad love, sex, embarrassment, and breaking up. Ever found out your boyfriend has shagged a sheep? Love is rarely squeaky clean and Kirsty has dug up the dirt.