Wood, talc and mr. j

1978. The North. Phillip sees life in a simplistic if passionate way: up or down, us and them, black, white and nothing in-between. When not doing his ?thing? in Wigan?s Casino Club ? voted ?The Greatest Disco in the World? by Time Magazine ? Phillip hates the world. Or at least he thinks he does. He longs for the weekend, or a greater, permanent escape from the daily grind of factory life in an industrial town. Coming full circle by way of loss and more loss, you would hope lessons are learned? The book progresses through myriad dream sequences, interwoven song-themes, a father?s philosophical ramblings, ever blackening wit, leitmotif ? or seemingly recurring scenes; is someone laughing at our hero? And Phillip?s own, lyrical, strut-like, black or white manner. Dancehall adventures via train rides to Heaven, scooter cruising almost coast to coast. Beneath the pier encounters with the opposite sex, et al? set against the birth of Scargill and Thatcher feuding