Life is all about perception and perception is everything. This book revolves primarily around the lives of an extended Essex family. Extended to include work colleagues, members of the ‘gang’ and others. Extended to include friends, both male and female. Aah! Friends. True friends, false friends, old friends, new friends, if there are such things. You may quickly realise that the prima famiglia, the Bolds, are criminals. And you would be right. Criminals, bank managers, doctors, accountants, even solicitors. Hold on, you say, what have criminals to do with bankie, the doc, the bean counter and the lowest of the low? Everything! For there is seldom such a thing as a ‘criminal’. Dean Bold, for example, our anti-hero, is the owner of a haulage company. He lives with his wife and family in Canvey Island, as do lots of other people. He has a mortgage, school fees to pay and drives a car. Well, three cars to be precise. His wife, Gina, owns a beauty salon. Through which he launders a little money. Not much, but some. For most of Dean Anthony Bold’s life, he just does stuff. Goes to the pub, goes to work, goes home. This book contains episodes of what he does. He laughs, he cries, he loves, he drives, he snorts coke, he beats people half to death, he makes millions, he goes to bed. He sleeps, eats, breathes and does everything else that the average fellow does. Plus a little more. Because life, kind reader, is like that. We are all dirtbags. Some of us are bigger dirtbags than others. Some of us conceal it better than others. And we all die. Eventually. Take the journey of the Bold family, but don't get too close...