When you are hanging about waiting for the end of the millennium, the last thing you need is for meaning to come and gatecrash your nihilistic party. And that was what happened to the new city orphans; four metrosexual, metroethnic, metrohedonist urban orphans just looking for the next high or shag. Because the last thing you want to spoil the end of the world party is the end of the world, with all its meaningAnd the trouble is, the friends have begun to wish for something more meaningful and it is coming, dressed in a human body and the catalyst to tear the friends and their world apart. And remember. No one can take the other's dying away from him.