THE SIXTH BOOK IN THE NOW LEGENDARY BRENTFORD TRILOGY
Yes they’re back, Jim Pooley, John Omally and all the lads from The Flying Swan. And this time they are up for a bit of good old Rock ‘n’ Roll.
It’s all down to John Omally really, he had always nurtured a secret ambition to become a rock star. He had mastered air guitar and bedroom mirror posing and all he really lacked for was talent. So, when a remarkable rock band named Ghandi’s Hairdryer comes to play in Brentford and John learns that they are looking for a manager, he can see a bright and profitable future laid out before him. He will become the new Brian Epstein.
Jim Pooley, John’s bestest friend, isn’t too keen. Because there is something rather odd about this band. Something other worldly. It might be the lead singer Litany, whose voice can heal the sick. She might be an angel. Or perhaps a devil. Because this is Brentford, after all. Jim would rather just concentrate on his own schemes for making it rich. His betting system, to pull off the six-horse-super-yankee accumulator bet. That future generations will know as The Pooley.
Norman the scientific cornershop keeper is hoping to help Jim out, by building him a race horse. It looks a simple enough matter, according to the back of the cigarette packet he’s worked out the entire genetic engineering project on. But there are always interruptions and things are turning decidedly strange in Norman’s kitchen lab.
Soap Distant has just returned from a journey to the centre of the Earth, and Soap isn’t happy. Things have changed since he’s been away. But things that happened before he went away. Someone is messing around with time. Why else would Richard Branson’s face be on the money?
Inspectre Hovis is at his wits’ end, very odd things are occurring in the borough of Brentford, folk appearing from nowhere, mysterious goings on and now the concert. The really big concert in Gunnersbury Park, the one where the Beatles will be playing, and Jim Morrison and Elvis too. That should be a concert worth watching, as long as nothing goes wrong.
And something might. Something really really big.
Because this is Brentford after all.
Yes they’re back, Jim Pooley, John Omally and all the lads from The Flying Swan. And this time they are up for a bit of good old Rock ‘n’ Roll.
It’s all down to John Omally really, he had always nurtured a secret ambition to become a rock star. He had mastered air guitar and bedroom mirror posing and all he really lacked for was talent. So, when a remarkable rock band named Ghandi’s Hairdryer comes to play in Brentford and John learns that they are looking for a manager, he can see a bright and profitable future laid out before him. He will become the new Brian Epstein.
Jim Pooley, John’s bestest friend, isn’t too keen. Because there is something rather odd about this band. Something other worldly. It might be the lead singer Litany, whose voice can heal the sick. She might be an angel. Or perhaps a devil. Because this is Brentford, after all. Jim would rather just concentrate on his own schemes for making it rich. His betting system, to pull off the six-horse-super-yankee accumulator bet. That future generations will know as The Pooley.
Norman the scientific cornershop keeper is hoping to help Jim out, by building him a race horse. It looks a simple enough matter, according to the back of the cigarette packet he’s worked out the entire genetic engineering project on. But there are always interruptions and things are turning decidedly strange in Norman’s kitchen lab.
Soap Distant has just returned from a journey to the centre of the Earth, and Soap isn’t happy. Things have changed since he’s been away. But things that happened before he went away. Someone is messing around with time. Why else would Richard Branson’s face be on the money?
Inspectre Hovis is at his wits’ end, very odd things are occurring in the borough of Brentford, folk appearing from nowhere, mysterious goings on and now the concert. The really big concert in Gunnersbury Park, the one where the Beatles will be playing, and Jim Morrison and Elvis too. That should be a concert worth watching, as long as nothing goes wrong.
And something might. Something really really big.
Because this is Brentford after all.
