Fred Carton, at the age of twenty-five, is stranded in a small country town surrounded
by bowler hats and umbrellas; he owns neither. He steadfastly refuses to catch an
early morning train anywhere, let alone to a City office.
If the price of living in this world is working for five days out of seven, he is
not sure that the place is worth the price. 'Any fool can go to work,' he says, 'Surviving
without it is a much more subtle manoeuvre.'
But Fred's half-hearted attempts to find an alternative fail spectacularly. When
he tries to make money, he loses his girlfriend in a poker game…
The pressures - and Fred's sense of alienation - increase. Finally he cracks. He
buys a gun…
"Good for a laugh."
"Mr Bellamy is best when he is being sexy."
"I found it all uproariously funny... Fred's comic denial of life is life-enhancing.
Thank you, Mr Bellamy."