A 20th anniversary edition with a foreword by Peter Finch, cardiff cut is witty, obscene, defiant; an anarchic Joycean monologue steeped in the city of Cardiff. Neither truth nor fiction taken from real life or what seemed for an instant.

Robert Mitchum - aka 'Mr Bad Taste', 'Trouble Himself', 'The Man with the Immoral Face', 'Daddy Bad' - was the original Hollywood bad-boy and one of the greatest screen actors of the twentieth century. But his pre-fame life is cloaked in mystery, the truth hidden within conflicting tales of time spent as a Depression-era hobo, prizefighter, escaped felon - and secret poet. Writer and broadcaster Lloyd Robson trailed the Eastern Seaboard in search of Mitchum, his poetry, America, a surrogate father, and how to be a man. "Oh Dad!" is the result - a boozy, drug-fuelled attempt to define masculinity in the modern age and to match the standards set by the ultimate man and the personification of Film Noir, Robert Mitchum.

Lloyd Robson's latest collection of poetry is an outrageous, exhilarating, funky feast. Here is a wide-ranging collection of prose, poetry, and visuals. Handled with impeccable tone and precision, Bbboing! blows away structure and form, bounces into and out of emotion, commotion, travel, and abandon with a linguistic dynamism, humor, and depth. This is a weird and wonderful collection from one of Wales's exciting, young poets, one who speaks out loudly about the harsh reality of modern Wales.

Cardiff Cut is a wild, Joycean, stream-of-consciousness tour of the dark, seamy, night side of Cardiff. A young man, down and out, is on an odyssey of drinking, thinking, and commenting on life and on the underside of the Welsh capitol. The book and the language is steeped in the city itself. The diction is the language of the Cardiff streets, its unmistakable rhythm and melody; it is witty, aggressive, obscene, and defiant. We follow him as he dodges fares on the train, scrounges for drugs, tries to masturbate, and, thanks to some magic mushrooms, has diarrhea. He ducks and dodges, is arrogant, mean-spirited, aimlessly anarchic, peevish, and self-pitying. His only redeeming quality seems to be his devotion to Sal, the woman who waits at home for him. This is a challenging book to read, thanks to its prose -- a rich, complex language called Cardiffspeak: "cardiff central destiny the thermovitrine keeps me warm & clean in carriage C; offers view in reflectovision as we reach the city. Dribbling from stat into queues of orange buses into taxicabs & cityslabs dark, consumer durable & pissy."