Ken Nott is the most annoying man in England. It’s his job (he’s a shock jock, a prime-time talk-radio DJ), and also his hobby (he’s unfaithful to his girlfriend, has bedded his best mate’s wife, and, worst of all, likes to take his controversial opinions into the pub with him). And then, just when you thought he couldn’t be any more irritating, he attends a flash drinks party where he meets – on a roof, and, yes, in a thunderstorm – Celia, a mysterious and beautiful woman who apparently wants nothing more than to have passionate, no-strings-attached sex with him in a series of eight-star hotels. The only downside is that her husband is a violent criminal.
This is just one of the many U-turns, dead ends and blind corners in Dead Air. Someone (I think it was E.
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