In a boat floating off the coast of Suffolk, the heir to the world’s largest bottled water fortune and a girl he met in Clapham’s worst club are trying to dance off a hangover, drink beer, and send prophetic messages over the onboard radio.

As secrets and lies are uncovered, we are forced into a tense, obsessive stand-off, hurtling toward apocalyptical disaster.

And there’s the nagging feeling that maybe this has happened before.