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.