Stella and George are no ordinary couple. For starters they're not a couple, they just meet in a hotel room in Blackpool every Wednesday and Stella is a transvestite who likes her sandwiches cut into triangles. A quiet afternoon in bed looking over the obituaries is interrupted by a mysterious phone call and a volley of stones at the window. Is this a Stella wind up or is someone out to get them?
With Blackpool lapping at the windowpane and a dead body in the en suite, Stella and George are panicked into action. Will this be the end of their story or the beginning of a beautiful friendship?