A fading wannabe popstar and his vicious best friend cling to the last days of old Soho as the neighbourhood dies around them. Danny Minogue is turning 30. Career death in gay club years. His chaos goblin flatmate Carl will do anything to stay relevant while racking up the credit cards. Together they chase attention, unattainable men, and stories that aren't theirs to tell.

Think: Ab Fab meets the exploitation of Showgirls meets the mundane darkness of The Sopranos - if Patsy and Edina were gay men, Tony ran a strip club in Walker's Court, and Cristal worked the door at G-A-Y.

Gangsters in mahogany offices. Drag queens with day jobs. Bankers with cocaine habits. Straight bait who'll break your heart. Jessica Rabbits in sequins. Vanilla slices at dawn. Bad decisions, worse outfits, the last days before Crossrail, and more nip slips than a Z lister. All in one square mile. Three seasons. One neighbourhood. Everyone wants to be seen on the scene.

It's not television, it's testimony.

Nothing lasts forever. Especially in Soho.

And some fish were never meant to be big.