Twenty-nine years old with a less-than-healthy appetite for booze and a buzz, Bill lived in a messy rented room, sold his soul daily in a PR agency, and couldn’t remember the name of the last woman he screwed. He was a disappointment to his family but indicative of his generation. That was until a £10 psychic and a hanging cat came along to save him. And her—the one whose name he remembered. This is a tale of redemption for Generation Y. Your generation. Watch him. Loathe him. Learn from him. Love him. A coming-of-age-late tale as a jaded PR man seeks meaning and love in his life and addresses past, present, and future along with a misfit cast of mystics, tramps, bar flies, and copywriters.