In an alternative timeline where British cycling never improved its lot, North Yorkshire has produced two incredibly talented cyclists on wildly different trajectories. One finds great success, the other can barely keep his head straight. How did they drift apart, and what happens when they come back together?
Meanwhile, a tired French broadcaster has become a laughing stock and has to come to terms with his life outside of the sport. Also meanwhile, a journalist for the UK's most terrible newspaper has problems of her own. And furthermore, what the fuck do the Algerian police officer and 12th century druid have to do with any of this?
I've written a baffling literary journey in the Derailed vein, packed with weird characters, awkward situations, and a moving examination of the uses of discourse. You'll like it.
Not yet. Maybe not ever. Definitely not in 2012. Is this selling it to you?
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It features popular recurring characters such as Ton Verstraaten and... uh. Okay, that's it.
I mean, sure. Drop me an email and we'll discuss how rich we can make each other.