Two stories, both by Miriam Burke, focus on gay men in the manner of tourists from one developing country visiting another developing country. Grandmothers and the ravages of ageing are the subject of two stories while the Church is featured in the backdrop of four stories. Eight are in the first person. Mental crises lurk, like unseen muggers, just around the corners of most of the stories. There is an earnestness which should be appealing, but isn't. We are being invited to read a guide-map to the galaxy on the back of a potato peel, but what we actually see are the tailings from last night's dinner lying shrivelled on the drain-board.