Radgepacket Two takes over from where it’s predecessor left off. We’ve got a tart with a heart in a satellite town, a chav girl up a mountain, an ageing rock star pretending to be gay and a hard case in a soft shirt celebrating his birthday, amongst others.
These tales from the Inner Cities and many more are told in our usual style - brutal, uncompromising and explicit. If you like your fiction with happy endings, little kittens playing with string and no swearing then you won’t like this!
On the other hand, if you’re brave enough to pick this up then you might just find it hard to put down......
Exclusive extract from Radgepacket Two
Rock and a Hard Place
It's all old Hinchcliffe's fault that Jed Lemmon turned gay. There I was lounging in bed one Sunday afternoon, hand resting on some blonde babe's left boob, when there was pandemonium downstairs and before I knew it he was banging on the bedroom door. That kind of pissed me off. I mean, I know he's my manager and I gave him the key myself, but even rock stars deserve some privacy - even washed-up old scrotes like me.
I patted Suzie on the rump and sent her home, then scraped my jeans off the bedroom floor and dragged them on. A quick swig from the flask I'd hidden by the bed and I was more-or-less ready to face the old man.
'Wotcha Jed,' he said, grinning from ear to ear and jabbing me in the chest. 'How's things with you?'
'Oh fine, just fine,' I mumbled, trying not to watch as Suzie's Jeep sped off bad-temperedly down the drive. 'What can I do for you, Mr H?'
It was the usual - of course it was. He dropped the bonhomie, even as he dropped his rump into an over-padded chair. 'Business as well as pleasure, Jed. Records, to be precise. We're not selling enough. Sales are down for the seventh month in a row - nobody's buying your stuff.'
I took my time lighting a cigarette. 'I'm sorry, Mr H. I've done everything you said. I can't think of anything else.' Well, why the hell should I? It's why I pay him a bloody great wad of my earnings every month.
'I know - and I'm proud of you. But don't worry, I've had a brainwave.'
My heart sank. Great bloke, old Hinchcliffe, and I couldn't have got where I am without his help. But his brainwaves are notorious. We'd already had the Jed novelty hats and the posters given away with Choco-flakes, and as for Jed Lemmon dressing up as an orange to advertise yoghurt - I'd had nightmares for months.
His jaw developed a horizontal crack that might have been a smile. 'It's simple. We tell the world you're gay.'
(c) Fiona Glass 2009