About the book:
The Golf's suspension screams in protest as I execute a swift three-point turn on the rickety cobblestone at the bottom of the driveway. Patrick doesn't comment - he's given up nagging me about getting a new car - instead he digs in his jacket pocket and hauls out a sandwich big enough to feed the cast of High School Musical. 'So,' he says, peeling off the Glad Wrap, 'where we heading?' Georgie Allen - Cape Town's most down-at-heel lawyer - is back, and this time he's ...Well, actually, he's doing just fine. That is if fine can be classified as spending your evenings in front of the TV with a scruffy mongrel called Exhibit A, looking for love on Love.com and ordering takeout from Mr Delivery. But apart from that he's doing okay ...No, really. There's just the small matter of the 'favour' he's doing the Witch and her old friend 'the poet' - who may or may not have murdered one of his students. And South Africa's first gay divorce - a sticky affair involving an American millionaire by the name of Hamilton Spurlock and his decidedly straight former squeeze. Oh, yes, and the fact that his brother is being sued for negligence for his part in the brutal mauling of a twelve-year-old boy - by a hyena in the Botswanan bush. But, apart from that, everything is just hunky-dory ...A-okay ...Tip-top ...It'd all be just that little bit better, just that much easier if someone - a short, Scottish someone - hadn't bet two tickets to the World Cup final that he could quit the fags.