Will Self's third collection of short stories takes his readers straight into the distorting hall-of-mirrors that is his fictional world. In one story a Londoner finds his house underpinned by an enormous rock of crack cocaine; in another, a misanthrope learns that flies have feelings. 'It delivers what its title promises ...This guy is a massive talent' - Steve Grant, "Time Out". 'A superb new slice of contemporary Gothic' - "Independent on Sunday".