Listen up, folks! 'Tis the season for Detective Sergeant Bruce Robertson to loosen his grip on work and dive headfirst into the wild and debaucherous world of Christmas. Picture this: a week filled with sex, drugs, and all the festivities Amsterdam has to offer. But hold onto your Santa hats, because Bruce's perfect holiday is about to take a nosedive.
Between a missing wife, a nagging cocaine habit, and a rather unfortunate genital situation, Bruce finds himself drowning in a sea of chaos. As if that wasn't enough, he's also juggling a string of extramarital affairs that just keep getting more demanding. The last thing he needs is a messy murder to add to his plate. Though, on the bright side, it does come with some enticing overtime and an opportunity to take down a few colleagues in the process. And maybe, just maybe, this could be the break he needs to finally snag that coveted promotion.
But as Bruce spirals down into the depths of degradation and evil, he's about to face some unexpected opposition. Brace yourselves, for the unlikely voice of truth and ethics emerges from the most unexpected place of all: his very own anus. Yes, you heard that right. In this twisted tale, Irvine Welsh introduces us to Bruce Robertson, one of the most corrupted and misanthropic characters you'll encounter in contemporary fiction. But don't let that discourage you, because Welsh has managed to weave an extraordinary story that's as dark as it is disturbingly hilarious. Get ready to dive into a world of sleaze, power, and the abuse of absolutely everything. Finally, a novel that lives up to its audacious name.