I and I enjoyed this dread tale, ‘gnarly transrealism’ it is described in the introduction. A mobile food emporium of a rastafi persuasion attracts a young couple, one of whom succumbs to the food and the … relaxed atmosphere.
Exactly why the restaurant is happy to feed up some customers and keep them on the premises, is eventually revealed in a Most Excellent ending.
Only one minor quibble, The Clash sung ‘Armagideon Time’ not ‘Armageddon Time’. (The Clash, Leeds University, January 1990 – ‘yes, I was there too’. FFS someone invite a time machine so I can go back there)
