I have published a short novel about piss. I’m quietly proud of it. More for the mischief than anything.
I haven’t really promoted it yet, but there’s a really nice interview with me by John Robinson here.
You can buy an expensive but excellent hardback edition here and/or a bargain paperback edition here. There’s also a digital edition in case you are a Borg. All editions contain a pair of illustrations by Landis Blair.
Anyway, this must be the year of piss because Rosie Holt has this amazing-sounding piss play going on. It’s called Churchill’s Urinal:
Freshly installed in 11 Downing Street, a fearless female Chancellor of the Exchequer is determined to get rid of the ancient urinal in her grace-and-favour en-suite. Intrigue overflows into outrage when it transpires that the porcelain was first tinkled on by that undying icon of Britishness, Winston Churchill. Soon, the whole nation has a view on this storm in a pisspot. Join us for this rambunctious romp through the corridors of power and discover whether our fearless Chancellor’s grip on her Budget red box can survive the clamour for her Whitehall washroom to be awarded a Blue Plaque.
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