The first monograph examining the implied metaphysics of the quest for the historical Jesus. It takes a multidisciplinary approach to historical Jesus research and making a significant, original contribution to the field.

It is some ninety days since the World was gripped by an outbreak of zombies; but in Britain they seem to have the problem solved. In the early days there was an awful lot of decapitation going on; but now the Government has introduced a wonderful drug therapy and treatment programme that has worked so well that the zombies are about to be reintroduced into society. But you shouldn't call them zombies anymore; they are Transient Incognizant Mortality Sufferers; and you should not call them Tim either.......on both counts the Government has spoken. The cost of the drug treatment is staggeringly high; and faced with paying back a huge debt that the NHS should not have to shoulder each and every Tim the length and breadth of the country are put to work in the newly reopened British collieries; which was probably why the Government embarked upon an ambitious coal-fired power station building scheme a while back; so that the UK would no longer be at the mercy of the French energy suppliers and the Russian coal oligarchs. But in west Wales something goes horribly wrong. A cave-in at Garden Pit means that the miner Tims overshoot their drugs threshold and they revert back to their former zombie selves........and when they eventually dig themselves out things start to turn very messy.

Following a particularly nasty holiday experience when he was but a child, the now fully grown, bitter and twisted master criminal and terrorist Number One plans a horrific attack on south Pembrokeshire; his perfectly formed plans hopefully culminating in an explosion so fierce that no living thing within a thirty mile radius would survive thanks to the massive fireball that would suck all of the available oxygen out of the air. To make things worse his plan actually works. There are a few hardy survivors as always happens in any holocaust scenario, even a localised one; all of them electing to set out on a walking expedition to Carmarthen and points east; lands they dearly hope have escaped the terrorist attack. But the after effects of the fireball are not the only thing that the survivors have to worry about. Disturbing new subcultures dressed entirely in leather, cavorting around the countryside on motorcycles converted to run on waste vegetable oil; bald aliens who might or might not be peace loving vegetarians and a heavily armed Polish contingent conspire to make matters much worse.