Twenty-nine years old with a less than healthy appetite for booze and a buzz, Bill lived in a messy rented room, sold his soul daily in a PR agency and couldn't remember the name of the last woman he screwed. He was a disappointment to his family but indicative of his generation. That was until a GBP10 psychic and a hanging cat came along to save him. And her. The one whose name he remembered. This is a tale of redemption for Generation Y. Your generation. Watch him. Loathe him. Learn from him. Love him. You never know, after the journey he goes on, the angels might just have to save a seat for Bill after all. A coming of age late tale as a jaded PR man seeks meaning and love in his life and addresses past, present and future along with a misfit cast of mystics, tramps, bar flies and copywriters.