A collection of prose straight from the South Wales ghetto. Industrial, bleak, foreboding and gut wrenchingly sour.   Welcome to G.B.H., a John Evans production where life is as fucked as it feels and then some... turn your dial to Radio 4, then bust the aerial, whack the volume up to an obscene level and you're not even close.   One of Wales' most uncompromising and contemporary writers, John Evans orchestrates an erotic blend of graphic and verse, achieving a murky masterpiece, destined to make the most dull of lives, s e x i e r. *         "Evans' style is hard and spare, pulling no punches, making no excuses and no promises." - Morning Star.   "Valleys Vision of Hell..." - Wales on Sunday.   "G.B.H. pushes the limits of our understanding of what writing should be called..." - Y Faner Goch               < ........<>........ >     "Beauty. Beast. Flower. All dead. Undead. Empty. Today I saw you." John Evans, G.B.H.   "She meets threats with thrusts" John Evans, G.B.H.   "...clamber in the genitals," John Evans, G.B.H.     < ........<>........ >     TO EXPERIENCE THE TRUTH PLEASE CLICK ON THE IMAGES BELOW.