A humorous and satirical tale of four white, middle-aged men no longer willing to be part of the group that’s blamed for everything that went wrong in the past, is blamed for everything that’s wrong right now and expects to be blamed for everything in the future.
The Red Lion Pub is where they usually meet and nothing’s off limits be it political correctness, bureaucracy, equality legislation, gender issues or “demanding and bossy women with too much power, money, make-up, shoes and handbags.”
Can they achieve what they all want - a fresh start?
Doctor A. Sinnick with his overbearing woman ‘boss’, Mrs Pettifer, is the only one with a proper job and money, but Sinnick can only stay sane by writing anonymous letters and poems to annoy those in authority and by talking to his imaginary friend, Freud, who sits at a control panel inside Sinnick’s frontal lobe.
Quentin Kelp has just lost his seat as a Member of Parliament to a twenty-six-year-old Liberal and teacher of creative writing called Prudence Bottomley who wears a pony tail and beige cardigan. What on earth would such a woman know about running the country? But now Quentin is hurting and needs a new challenge.
Unemployed accountant Charlie McTavish is nothing like his rough Hell’s Angel looks suggest. If proof was needed that Charlie is in far more need of assertiveness training than either of his two past wives then look no further than his current transport, an underpowered Honda moped and his home, a tiny, windowless room above a Chinese take-away.
And then there’s Paddy O’Brian, the Irish owner of a struggling fish and chip shop whose wife Maeve took the Ryan Air flight back to Cork as soon as she caught her first whiff of hot chip oil and left Charlie to run the business alone with only his collection of Irish novels and poetry for company.
