A tragic tale of one man’s descent from a dishy fellow about town to the wretched underbelly of Victorian London.  

After falling in love with Sally, a loose strumpet plucked like a chicken from the shadows of the Haymarket, he accidentally spends everything he owns on whores, opium, beef and booze until, his mind pickled with port and melancholy, he loses his entire life.  

But as he seeks to regain his love, the city’s queerest types are butchered one by one, until, forced to flee his lodgings, he becomes one of the doomed souls within London’s most dismal slum.  

Mistaken for a doctor when he inadvertantly cures a youngster’s constipation, his adventures take him from gaudy gin palaces to upper-class supper clubs, Chinaman opium dens, Newgate Prison and a railway carriage.  And when life finally catches up with him, will he be able to redeem his conscience for his past?  

‘I found the book incredibly moving and it put me off my lunch’  
Jonathan Padstow, Times

‘So tragic, I didn’t go home.’ 
Elaine Stewart.