Until this morning he was his own worst enemy, but then he crossed his neighbours, a mysterious gang called the Robin Hoodlums.
Now everyone’s out to get him. He’s already lost his job, his life savings, and Tabby, his decoy girlfriend—and it’s not even dinner time.
He needs help. And common sense. And skills. And crumpets.
Fortunately, he’s about to get all that and more from a secret group of misfits; a taxi-driving, movie-obsessed man-boy; and a devastatingly direct Goth poet. All sure there’s something very special about James, if he can learn how to use it.
But that means doing what he’s never done before: fighting back. His fate, and perhaps all of Nottingham, depends on it.
The Death of James Jones, sort of, is an absurd, comic crime caper of hilarious heists, bubble wrap burglary, and relentless drizzle.
The unluckiest person in Britain is about to push their luck…
