There's Always At Least One Asshole in the Room

The struggle to integrate and pacify restlessness underpin this carapacial collection of verse. Combining both anger gallows humour and droll bathos set against the backcloth of the city with an ear for the vernacular Hughes meanders through its watering holes and chance encounters with a surreal consciousness. Possessing brutal beauty and mercurial curiosity he muses on how love and assholes fake it past his reckless existential bullshit detector.