After local lush Mick McCreek gets into a car crash with a cross-dressing church sexton, he enlists the help of a lawyer, Tom O'Mallet. But the lawyer's real gig is selling missiles to an IRA splinter group, and in in Roger Boylan's rather Joycean 2003 novel, he plans to use his clueless client as a patsy. What O'Mallet doesn't know is that his weapons are destined for a massive terrorist attack on the Pint-Pulling Olympiad, and that a rather attractive sweatshop worker turned intelligence operative is hot on the bombers' trail.