Keegan, bored with his girl friend Norma. Eye wandering. Take in dirty, crumbling Liverpool. Thinking, lusting after Patsy. Ditch Norma, take up with Patsy. Sex. Lots of it. A couple of days of Keegan's pubcrawling, fleshy joys with Patsy. Then Norma, tears streaming--""Three months in the club."" A ""hold me, Patsy"" scene. An abortionist found; job done; and Keegan is wandering in the cemetery, looking at the gravestones of dead children. God left us grovelling, sick and miserable and mean... So the book goes, meandering through Keegan's thoughts, through the tough and anonymous talk of his friends, through bitterness, boredom, dirt and waste. Hignett gets across the squalor of this circular corner, but it becomes tedious as scraps of thought and action filter through his mind. Sometimes the juxtaposition of talk and response is good, but in general Hignett is just mouthing to himself.