An Itchy Liver
Chipmunkapublishing ltd, Jun 1, 2011 - 200 pages
DescriptionLacking any ambition other than to keep his glass full, Jerry Fiddler is a man struggling - and failing - to walk the fine line between serious work and alcoholic play. One day, at one of life's crossroads, he makes the most obvious of wrong turns and decides to empty what savings he has into financing a drink-fuelled adventure that can take him where it will. But although there are moments of limited glory for Fiddler, situations arise that will require all of his limited resources and strength if he is to overcome them. AN ITCHY LIVER is filled to the brim with adventure, pathos, humour and philosophy. It will appeal to anyone who has ever woken up with a hangover in an unexpected place. About the AuthorAdam Shargool was born in 1980 and grew up in a small village on the outskirts of Stafford. Since his mid-twenties he has been in and out of psychiatric hospital and various jobs. 2007 was a busy year for him: He got married, become a father, and was diagnosed with Schizo-Affective Disorder. Now with the help of his family, medication and therapy, he looks forward to writing more books.
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