Stuart Harris, a free lance journalist with a book to sell on a mining company, finds that he comes to an almost dead end in all the corridors of power (political, legal, financial) and his only market seems to be a freaked out underground paper, the Maggot. And just what was he doing with a bottle of LSD worth 3000 pounds? The tone is fresh and cheerful if no more stationary or for that matter longer-lasting than the dizznyland referral of the title. The scene however is London.