Civilisation Ends in Croydon

Civilisation Ends in Croydon

London likes to pretend it ends at the last Tube stop.
It doesn't. It stumbles on — drunk, broke, and arguing with itself — somewhere in Croydon.

This is a novel about bohemian failures, pub philosophers, and men who always have a plan until the money runs out. About shady deals that begin with good intentions and end in court summonses, and about a city that keeps grinding people down while offering just enough hope to keep them drinking.

Set in South London, far from tourist maps and closer to warm beer than warm hearts, Civilisation Ends in Croydon follows a loose collection of outsiders trying to survive on wit, alcohol, and badly timed ambition. The humour is dark, the morals flexible, and the future mostly theoretical.

This is British satire without the polish.
A black comedy about urban decay, social pretence, and the quiet dignity of getting everything wrong.

If you like London fiction, dark British humour, bohemian chaos, and stories where civilisation frays long before it collapses — this book is for you.