Teenager Vinny, expelled from school, spends his time drinking, taking & selling drugs, fighting the police and the army in 1990s Ireland. Despite the bleak background this book is shot through with black humour and the words fizz off the page as Vinny, Jonty and the rest help each other through another day.
I know for a fact that in rural Ireland the language of the car expert is a toe-tap to the bumper followed by a lazy lobbed Clint Eastwood of a gob.
'The car's fucked Kyle.'
'Well, listen to Nigel Mansell. Of course the fucking car's fucking fucked!'