An unstoppable monster invades mainland Britain. Lunatics, drunks and idiots wonder what to do about it.
The fabled Beast of Barlingborough Bay. As seen on T-shirts, mugs and children’s colouring pads. It even has its own line of “beast baggie” condoms. But there’s a snag; it’s real. It’s 350ft tall. It eats everything and everyone. And it can’t be killed.
Rufus Farnan is a reporter in a sleepy seaside village given the scoop of a lifetime. As the Beast rampages from his beat towards London, he finds himself contending with the no less rampant egos and jealousies of the media industry – with an old flame and a more successful rival not the least of his worries.
Meanwhile in Downing Street, super-slick Prime Minister Stanton Preece doesn’t have his troubles to seek either. Paperwork to sign, foreigners to rail against and… damn it, he just can’t get decent cocaine anywhere.
Also in the capital, a shadowy terrorist organisation are seeking to contaminate the Houses of Parliament with an unknown biochemical substance....
Part monster movie, part political satire, this is a thrill ride of a novel for anyone who ever dreamed of seeing major British establishments literally torn apart... by the "feral beast" they warned us about.
"...two dimensional characters... smutty and crude innuendo..." - Harper Collins