‘The people next door oppress me all night long. I inform them, I work all day long, a man’s got to have some time to learn to try out the tuba. That’s oppression, that’s. If I’m not really under the heel from the oppressor I don’t know who is.’

An aura of mean-minded resentfulness is thick in the streets of Ankh-Morpork. Insurrection is within the environment. The Haves and Have-Nots are going to fall out yet again. The Have-Nots want a few of their personal magic. But magic in the hands of amateurs is definitely an unhealthy thing.

The City Watch may be the last type of defence against such unnatural goings-on. However when even the Watch possess trouble telling From Wrong, you know that Laws and Order ain’t what it used to become. But that’s all about to change…