What if there is only a limited amount of sanity in the world and the real reason people go mad is because somebody has to? What if a mysterious tribe in the Amazon rainforest turn out to be the most boring people on the earth? What if the afterlife is nothing more than a London suburb, where the dead get new flats, new jobs, and their own telephone directory?

Contents:
- The North London Book of the Dead
- Ward 9
- Understanding the Ur-Bororo
- The Quantity Theory of Insanity
- Mono-Cellular
- Waiting