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Title Sex & Bowls & Rock & Roll: How I Swapped My Rock Dreams for Village Greens
Author Alex Marsh
Publisher The Friday Project, Imprint of HarperCollins, Hammersmith, London, England
Publication Date July 2010
ISBN 0007355475
Edition reviewed 1st
Hardback/softback Softback
List price £8.99
Cover size (cm)
(height x width)
19.7 x 12.9
Number of pages 288
Number of pages with Coloured photos Black & white photos Line drawings
  None None None
Synopsis This is the story of a man who gives up the rock and roll dream . . . to play bowls.

Alex Marsh wanted to be a rock star - but it didn't work out. Instead he toiled away in the big city - only to give up his career, move to rural Norfolk, and become a househusband. But he isn't a very good one. Whilst his pride won't let him admit it, he struggles with the cooking, the housework and the isolation. He hires a cleaner without telling his wife, his repertoire of baked potatoes exhausts quickly. He becomes hooked on daytime television and computer solitaire. He's in danger of becoming weird. So he takes up bowls.

In Sex & Bowls & Rock & Roll we follow a season in the life of the village bowls team, a group of amateur sportsmen and mild eccentrics. In doing so we see this unfashionable pastime in a whole new light, and very funny it is too. But Alex hasn't quite given up on his dreams of rock stardom. Discovering that some of his mates down the pub are a bit handy with bass and drums he makes one final stab at being in a band, with an eagerly awaited local gig. It's a complete disaster.

Join Alex as he comes to terms with life as a domestic disappointment, attempts to learn the fine art of bowls and finally realises that supporting the Sultans Of Ping at the Pink Toothbrush Club in Rayleigh really was the highpoint of his musical career.

Sex & Bowls & Rock & Roll is a hilarious account of the life of a genuinely modern man. Everyone will recognise themselves (or their husbands) and you'll be hard pressed not to laugh out loud.