After a chaotic career in catering, the irrepressible Sally Jackson hangs up her apron and takes to the Northern hills in a quest to find out how normal people spend their time. But normal people take cover when they see her coming and she meets only sexual deviants, ufo enthusiasts and the certifiably insane. Falling over witches on a daily basis, she decides to join them. After a naked ritual at the hands of an unemployed Father of Nine, she surprises him by taking the whole thing seriously, embarking on a magical career which she expects him to share. This wouldn't be a book about Sally without her usual sexual peccadilloes - Gustav Prendergast the Performance Poet, Gareth Jones the sexbomb sports instructor, Horst the Hairy Hun among others. The Star Turn of this book is undoubtedly the Father of Nine whose fund of stories rivals the Arabian Nights. An uproarious romp, a tantalising mixture of witchcraft, sex and humour in the cold Northern hills. Just the thing for a wet weekend in Wigan.