In 1972, Gerry Anderson was the bass guitarist with a band called 'Brown and O' Brien', a fairly dispirited bunch of musicians making a half-hearted stab at recapturing the glory and popularity previously enjoyed by showband singers Billy Brown and Mike O'Brien. That he and the other members of the band didn't much care one way or the other was indicative of a period when the decade-long wave of inexplicably popular showbands, which broke only in Ireland, was receding rapidly.

During the course of twenty-four hours spent with this odd collection of people, the author reflects on his general disillusionment with a certain degree of pride and a sense of accomplishment. He also reflects on his past life and the current downward trajectory of his career. He recalls incidents of which he is not proud, encounters with idiots, and offers solutions to important issues that need not have concerned him.

This memoir is not like the others.