All of the sense and silliness set in print of poems performed at Stori's fabulous Open Mic Night.
Poems about all sorts of things, like dogs, love, the vampires at the Council and loss, knobs and what shopping's like for blokes.
And cavemen feeling sorry for us.
These poems started life as poems to be performed, best consumed after a couple of beers, and have ended up on paper.
Because hearing 'em once is never enough
And it's also a tribute to Stori, the people and the opportunity to let these ideas come to life.
There's also some glorious illustrations.
For looking at.