Sex on the Brain
A 700 page collection of short stories and poetry for our age.
Can you remember your first crush? Your first orgasm? That fateful day you lost your virginity? Have you ever fantasized about making love to a complete stranger? And did you know that orgasms have several health benefits, or that Winston Churchill’s mother slept with half the aristocracy of England? These are just a few of the subjects tackled head on in Sex on the Brain, a collection of poems and short stories about sexual desire, the nuclear fuel at the core of our lives. No one writes about sex like Frank Bukowski. Enter a world of nookie-mad bluebottles and talking sperm, a world where men pick up six-packs of women from the supermarket, and women get to squeeze their men before buying. Don’t expect erotica – good fiction stimulates the mind rather than the genitals. Where erotica leaves nothing to the imagination, Bukowski leaves everything. This thought-provoking, imaginative and often hilarious book examines what it means to be alive in the promiscuous Twenty-First Century. It lifts the lid and peers into the darkness within us all. If you think you don’t like poetry, Bukowski will make you think again. And get the tissues ready, you’ll be laughing all the way. Sample or buy it on Amazon or Smashwords.
The Football Agent
Greedy unscrupulous football agent finally meets one player who can’t be bought.
Rich Dinero is a shark among men. A ruthless football agent who’d kill for money. His job is turning modest young men into money-grabbing mercenaries earning two hundred grand a week. Three hundred, if he can swing it. Screw the fans. Loyalty is for losers. When Dinero shakes hands with a kid and looks into his eyes, he doesn’t see a young footballer looking back, full of hopes, dreams and aspirations. He sees a piece of livestock to be sold on the market, to the highest bidder. His own cut is a lucrative twenty percent. It’s a racket that’s brought him a champagne lifestyle of fast cars, beautiful women and private jets. The secret to his success? He never takes no for an answer. The word isn’t even in his vocabulary. Until he meets Fliss, the pretty young receptionist who won’t play ball. And the game is on. Sample or buy it on Amazon or Smashwords.
Reality TV
Celebrity A-listers go head to head on Humili-ATE, the reality TV show from hell.
Meet England footballer and walking brand David Crimp. Adore his vacuous bimbo of a WAG Lara. Across the table in The Murderers restaurant sit monocled conceptual artist Damon Twain and his young Chinese bride Chu-Chu, the ravishingly beautiful chart-topping classical violinist. Who will win the big eat off on tonight’s show? Which unlucky contestant will get the mystery food-poisoning dish? The fare is served up by host Soup Dogg, the black rapper and media darling with enough Michelin stars to fill a page of Amazon book reviews, fruitier language than a compote with Tourette’s, and more moves than a break dancer on fast-forward. He’s sick, he’s slick, and he’s down with the kids. When these A-listers go head to head on Sty Transatlantic’s flagship Sunday night programme Humili-ATE (think Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares v Weakest Link) it’s about to turn into the reality TV show from hell. Throw in a dash of shock factor to boost the ratings – a guest kitchen crew made up of convicted rapists and murderers – and you pretty much have all the ingredients for a recipe for disaster. Meanwhile surreal things are happening down in West Ham, where avid Humili-ATE fans Gazza and Tanya Mason find their telly taking on a strange reality all of its own. The steaks are high, the curry’s a dog, and there’s something dodgy going down in the restaurant toilets. Sample or buy it on Amazon or Smashwords.
The Six Wives of Henry VIII
A spoof biography that lays bare what went on in the bedroom of the much married Tudor monarch.
“In this spoof history, Henry VIII strides through the Sixteenth Century like a colossus. A Tyrannosaurus Rex of a king. More written about, more filmed about, than another other monarch before his daughter Elizabeth, he was England’s first pop-star king. Statesman, philosopher, athlete, musician, in his pomp he could speak several languages, out-joust the best knights, out-write and out-compose the foremost poets, scholars and musicians of his day. He truly was a man for all seasons. The architect of the Tudor Rose also had more skeletons in his cupboard than a Halloween convention at Hogwarts. By modern standards Henry VIII would have been judged a brutal demagogue, serial fornicator and not so closet paedophile with a fondness for pubescent maidens. His appetite for women was without precedent in the annals of English royalty. From what we know he was clearly a bit of a sex maniac. Tales of mistresses abound, and many historians have speculated about the number of illegitimate children he may have fathered at a time before reliable contraception existed.
Based around familiar historical characters and events, this scandalously made up account of the sex life of Henry VIII gives us a glimpse into the terror the ladies in Henry’s life must have faced, when the great woman-slayer unsheathed his weapon of mass destruction from the silo of his codpiece. As many were to discover, woe betide the fair maiden toward whom he pointed it.” Sample or buy it on Amazon or Smashwords.
Sticky Pages
A satire on the life of a frustrated copywriter stuck in a 9-5 job in a world he doesn’t understand, in the wrong century.
“Randy Bloemfontaine has a problem. Several problems. He hates his boss, for starters. He hates his lousy job writing financial ads for a company that sucks. He hates the way the internet has taken over life. His life. Everyone’s life. Most of all, his 64 mega-bit problem is, he can’t stop thinking about sex. Randy can’t look at a woman without mentally undressing her. Over the years Randy has learned to live with his afflictions. But when his boss sends him on a three-day internet conference packed with drop-dead corporate eye-candy, and asks him to write a bunch of banner ads along the way, things threaten to get very sticky.
If you think Don Draper had it bad in Mad Men, meet the UK Cash Cowboys’ clients from hell in power-mad CEO Cleopatra LeGrande and corporate automaton Norman Shylock, who heads up their Online Marketing Bullshit Division. Any advertising creative who has ever worked on the account of a big corporate client will recognise the ham-fisted interference by senior management who wouldn’t know a good ad if it was sat on the end of their nose doing a striptease.” Sample or buy it on Amazon or Smashwords.
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