Harry is 40 today, but he's still the 'young' TV archaeologist: Harry's hanging in there, even though his hairline isn't now Harry's birthday jaunt to Dublin summons up a fate that's been lying in wait for fifteen years - ever since Harry last saw the mysteriously tattooed shnade.
As Harry's life unravels in drugs, death and unrequited love, his friend, Ben, realises that when you've been adults for longer than between Hitler and the Beatles, it really is time to grow up.
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