Simon Barlow can't believe his luck. When his wife and her lover become notorious overnight celebrities he's offered fifteen thousand quid by a sleazy tabloid, just to write his memoirs. The problem is, the more he writes the more he goes on writing, till he ends up with a manuscript that's essentially book-length. So what he needs now is a publisher, or maybe a literary agent, or at least an editor to help improve his text. But as more bodies pile up on Putney Common they all turn him down...it seems nobody believes his story. Not even the police.
