What could a sexless middle-aged married man, whose life has devolved into primarily watching Scooby Doo cartoons with his four-year-old son, possibly write about? Lee, formerly a stand-up comic and a teenage iconoclast, now stares blankly at News 24 while Britain burns around him and blinks strangely at the massive wayside retail outlets on his interminable trips to and from increasingly indistinguishable rural theatres. He was once a resident of the pleasure planet. He is now imprisoned in Carpet Remnant World.