"He wanted to be a playboy, but nobody would let him." Richard Branson is blasted from the sky!....Wuzzy exacts his revenge for his flight delay. Wuzzy, is on his way back from Barcelona, where he has been working for the last five years, to act as best man at Moo's wedding in Brighton, a childhood friend from his days back up North....the Wanker has arrived! "The world doesn't owe us a living, but we don't owe the world our souls!" Through a series of recollections, prompted by his return to Brighton, where he lived for a decade, Wuzzy takes himself on a nostalgic journey back to the early eighties and a group of free-spirited youngsters revelling in the steamy summer of '83 amidst Tory landslides; new romanticism and lager louts. A stark contrast to the late-nineties scenario of thirty-something neurosis; Labour land- slides; new puritanism and pill-popping. "Way down South there's a land of milk and honey, so I came down with a friend of mine, and do you know what I found funny? The beer was dear and the people queer, well different than I'd met before ..." It chronicles the drift of restless youths at the height of the North-South divide to the Sussex coast. A lost Northern tribe bonded together on Brighton beach amidst comic, poignant and sometimes sad tales of romantic love, affection and friendship. Relationships which have fractured and changed by 1997 when they all meet up again ...
