David Preston is the Dope Priest and he has a headache. If you've smuggled drugs out of war zones, you're not going to worry about a spot of illegal land trading between the Palestinians and Israelis. But David never planned on amorous nuns, kosher egg racketeers and the full might of the Israeli secret housing service. Even now, he feels he could cope. If only he could win the heart of the local drive-time DJ, or at least find something decent to smoke.