Martin Hayes' new collection is a roar of frustrated rage and pain at the way we live and work in the twenty-first century. It's a book about 11-hour shifts, sick-days, lay-offs, computer systems crashing and the joy of Friday afternoons. Dermot, Stacey, Shaq, Big Bri, Dexter the old-timer, Antoine, Mohammed, Jim the Letch and Harry the head supervisor work for Phoenix Express couriers, located somewhere 'between Stockholm Street and Syndrome Way', making money for other people and trying to make themselves heard above the roar of an economic system that 'has us in its mouth and is shaking us about in its teeth'.