A tower block in Middlesborough is the setting for this violent, sexually-fuelled, drug and drink frenzy. An excellent insight into the lives of those with artistic dreams and those with no dreams at all (except substance-induced). Not for the faint hearted – it’s a very real representation of life today and contains strong language. If you’re not convinced, maybe you'd better spend some time at this tower block.
Uncontrollable twitches begin to sprout about Alan's face, and all the while Mr. Wong just stands there like a passive Buddhist statuette. 'Get out of my fucking flat, you Chinky shit!' Alan Blunt the Cunt screams, unable to keep his composure any longer. Mr. Wong finally shows a bit of emotion : dropped jaw. Wong tries to say, 'Well, if you don't keep up the payments you could easily lose this flat,' but before he knows it Alan's lunging across the room and gets both slippery hands round the little man's neck.