A book of Irish journies, both real and imagined, as the author (believing himself to be an East Midlands version of Jack Kerouac) sits in pubs and listens to old men's stories, laughs at and falls in love with mad Irishwomen, sings folksongs, cries in the rain and vomits in soft green fields, while trying to get a decent price for a 1.4L Vauxhall Corsa. On the way he creates some new Irish myths and legends, such as the Singing Leprechaun Liberation Front, Kevin the Carp of Storytelling, the kiln-fired dogshit jewellery and the nymphomaniac jazz chicks.