If That Was Lunch, We've Had It

Greta Thunberg meets Taika Waititi. In a changing world, two friends want to write a book and earn squillions. Can they do it?

Rodney and Will are averse to hard work. Empty wallets, however, force them into temporary jobs and schemes of doubtful viability. Instead of the nine-to-five, they prefer lying on the beach, where, blissfully unaware of the hole in the ozone layer, they hatch their plan to achieve wealth and literary immortality. Life, however, cruelly throws obstacles in their way. Anyone for romance, how about sports, why shouldn't they run away to sea, or the mountains, or Australia? Go to university? Give it a shot, but don't let threats of global warming, pangs of conscience, or lack of talent slow them down.

From the 1960s to the 2020s, from New Zealand to Philadelphia, Tahiti to Vancouver Island, Jeddah to Australia, Hawaii to Liverpool, and Fiji to London, the friends' search for inspiration reaches a surprising conclusion.

"I've been thinking, bro, maybe we should join a writers' group." Rodney, surprisingly, sounded serious.

"What for? I've been to a writers' group. It was called school."

"We need a catalyst."

"I'd rather chew barbed wire."

"I've heard a lot of women go to writers' groups." Kim bit into a celery stick wrapped in a lettuce leaf.

"Sign me up." I wasn't stupid.