He was dressing low-profile, but it was definitely him: red skin, horns, barbed tail, cloven hoofs, black goatee. He was unmistakable. Satan was buying soy milk and forty bucks' worth of unleaded fuel.In a small town two miles north of Hell, our deadbeat narrator spots Satan filling up his red Corvette at the 7-Eleven. Satan's a washed-up has-been who's totally lost his edge . . . but when their eyes meet across the parking lot, the two embark on a torrid romance, by turns...

a motor-mouthed collage of spoken word and storytelling. tales of paranoia, young love and ultra-violence… from the desk of christopher brett bailey comes a spiralling odyssey of pitch-black humour and nightmarish prose. THIS IS HOW WE DIE is a prime slice of surrealist trash, an Americana death trip and a dizzying exorcism for a world convinced it is dying…‘Is this actually how we die? Driven at disorientingly high speed through the blazing landscape of our own riot-torn hearts, w...

A linguistic kaleidoscope of caustic cartoons, crackpot prophecies and demented erotica. A dense, poetic blend of the hallucinogenic and the hardboiled... dirty jokes, venomous poetry and tall tales that corkscrew deep into nightmares.A short story etc. collection for the depraved, the depressed and the death obsessed.

He was dressing low-profile, but it was definitely him: red skin, horns, barbed tail, cloven hoofs, black goatee. He was unmistakable. Satan was buying soy milk and forty bucks' worth of unleaded fuel.This audiobook is brilliantly read by the playwright himself, who also performed the story onstage in its first production at Soho Theatre.'No one tells a story like Christopher Brett Bailey.' Guardian'A