Human Punk

For fifteen-year-old Joe Martin, growing up in slough the summer of 1977 means punk rock, reggae music, disco girls, stolen cars, social-club lager, cut-throat teds and a job picking cherries with the gypsies. Life is sweet - until he is beaten up and thrown in the grand union canal with his best mate smiles. Fast forward to 1988, and Joe is travelling home on the Trans-Siberian express after three years working in a Hong Kong bar, remembering the highs and lows of the intervening years as he comes to terms with tragedy. Fast forward to 2000, and Joe is sitting pretty - earning a living as a DJ, selling records and fight tickets. Life is sweet again - until a face from the past forces him to relive that night in 1977 and deal with the fall-out.