A front bar packed with societies misfits, cheap beer and a big tray of free sausages, what could possible go wrong?

Happy Hour is an authentic and gritty look at the underbelly of rural feral Australia. It's both ugly and beautiful at the same time.

Happy Hour is the literary equivalent of a Big Mac, you know it's bad for you but you just can't put it down.

If you are easily offended, then this isn't the book for you, enjoy with caution.