SCG by Mark Taylor

Blurb

A fool and his money are soon partying, and no one parties quite like Barbar.  If you like Uncle Bob Barrett's stuff, or Dumb and Dumber Too, you'll probably like SCG. 

Just the right mix of violence and Playboy. There's even a bit of history about Indonesia thrown in, together with some Matt Preston-style food reviews.  Nothing wrong with that.

There’s also animals besides Barbar, Baz and many more of the human variety, including defenceless cockatoos, sacred monkeys, endangered sea turtles and molluscs. Then of course there's a special dog called Tiger.... with a real mean streak.

SCG introduces Barbar, a bloke who's into horses, the shares, money and the ladies.... and when it comes to the ladies he's not exactly a flowers and chocolates man.  But the ladies don't seem to mind.  They think he's "swe-e-e-et" and some people reckon he even looks like a famous TV celebrity. 

R.I.P. Robert G. Barrett. Welcome to SCG by Mark Taylor, and no, he is not the cricket captain, and yes, he is a little tubby.  And despite all the cricket references, SCG is not about cricket at all.

SCG is a celebration of humanity and the triumph of the SCG....  well one out of two aint bad.

Even more about the story…

Late one night while watching Qama Kivrin infomercials, Barbar this man of few words and many thoughts, backs himself and comes up with a foolproof scheme to make money.  Just as well.... but this fool and his money are soon partying in Bali.  But not before busting a bird smuggling racket on the way at Darwin airport.  Oh dear.... this is Barbar winding down.  Once in Bali, Barbar's keen to indulge all the senses and eat everything the island has to offer...  And critique it like Matt Preston. And his holiday promises to have the right mix of Playboy and World Wrestling Federation with a few guns thrown in.  Cunning as he is, like a shithouse rat with two gold front teeth, it's not long though before Barbar's in the excrement again.  And he has an interesting way of plugging the books of his favourite author.

So what’s two hitmen at each other’s throats all the time; a dodgy horse-racing scam where his horse is taking roids just like his money; the media, the Federal Australian Border Force Agency, an enigmatic special "dog" called Tiger with interesting lineage as well as unorthodox toilet habits; a sensitive television producer, a very baggy green pair of shorts; a nosy neighbour who ages years in minutes; Miss Redcliffe 1969, Kerri-Anne Kennerly; a stock-broker on his L-plates who calls himself a "Personal Choice Consultant"; a Byron Bay feral into celebrating Wicca; a cheerful Army Captain into a different flavour of ice-cream; a bunch of women who all think he's "sweet"; a special guest appearance on TV; and the Constitutional Convention got to do with Barbar?

Buggered if he knows. Join Barbar, one of the few Aussie heroes actually born in Aussie (Brisbane’s Bondi to be precise) and not in New Zealand, the UK or the US.

Typesetting: Hostile Press | © Mark Taylor, 2016 | 538 pages | 112,500 words