Death of a Prize Fighter is a twelve-chapter piece for anyone who likes their tumbler full but their jokes baleful. It touches on lost love and lost friends, on all our inner-monkey fistfights and stubborn old trees. It salutes proud-as-punch sticks-in-the-mud, single-minded down-and-outs and all kinds of spirits.
You’ll get a wry glimpse of why the devil really is in the detail and a lesson in how to talk yourself right out of existence. You’ll hear an empathetic but sardonic roar to all hell-raisers everywhere and you may even find an appointment card that drags you through foul Mancunian weather to St. Jay’s Infirmary.