n some dystopian future (a.k.a. known as The Present) there will be the need to adapt and adjust to cope with the chaos, insanity and divisiveness. This is not the book to help. Combining questionable advice, rants and praise for beer, Jonathan Traynor also regales us with tales of misadventures at musical festivals.Swearing comes naturally to this North Belfast native, however, it is perhaps the collective amount of foul language ever collected in a single short book."A piece of crap from start to finish, didn't know whether to cry or cry more." The authorWarning: Swear words, questionable advice, at best, and a weird series of rants