Weight | 0.301 kg |
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Dimensions | 209 × 148 × 17 mm |
ISBN | 9781903110164 |
Cover | Paperback |
Publication Year | 2005 |
Publisher | Wrecking Ball Press |
£10.95
Nappy Rash
Think Harry Potter with no magical powers, or friends, living in south london, doing a job he hates, stressed, paranoid and lonely. I loved Mark Kottings bleak, funny and poetic tale of a london cab driver…
Like Travis Bickle sedated by the Tindersticks, a man simmering on the edge…
A funny and moving tale of a man working too hard, for too long, for too little –Sean Lock
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