An actress who takes extraordinary measures to achieve size zero is forced to hide her hideous habit when she falls in love.

SYNOPSIS:

We meet the struggling actress, Annie Travail, on the john. Praying to God as she empties out her insides from both ends.

29 years, eighty-four pounds and ravishing. She ought to be, she suffers for it.

But contrary to appearances, days like today she’s flying. Other days - fat days - she’s so low down all she wants to do is die. There are never any middle days.

And this is the phantom that haunts her. An eating disorder she’s so damn good at, it pretty much rules her life. It certainly isn’t her plan to fall in love.

Jake Cantona, 30, is drop dead gorgeous with sticky-up hair. A football-obsessed, recovering alcoholic who keeps guinea-pigs in his living room. He’s as damn near screwy as she is.

And one day their worlds collide and fireworks are ignited.

Now perhaps it’s time for Annie to come clean.

But she’s not about to scare Jake off with the ugly, gruesome truth.

No, desperate times call for desperate measures - and armed with cocaine and an exercise bike, she’s giving up eating for good.

Jake also chooses to keep quiet about his demons. After all, the last thing an alcoholic’s daughter needs is a pisshead.

And so begins a roller-coaster of lies way out of control. And when Annie’s jealous

housemate and Jake’s drug-addled football team convince Jake that Annie’s constant puking proves she’s pregnant, (by another man) it’s not long before Jake hits the Jack Daniels. And anyone else in his path.

True love never had it as tough as this.

Jake’s odd behaviour has Annie perplexed and lousing up her day job (with the help of champagne-swilling vagrants). And soon she too is brawling with housemates, roaring drunk and veering off on her bike - to a feverish night of showdowns and confrontations.

When truths are at last revealed.

But Jake doesn’t get it. And neither can he save her.

So he quits. Jake bails out and Annie’s dam finally bursts. As she embarks on a tortured mission to stuff away the pain.

Until amidst warring housemates and a rusty washing machine, she keels over and kisses the dust. And Jake’s world falls apart.

And when Annie awakes, hemmed-in by hospital apparatus (and a leather-clad guitarist) Jake’s sober again and ready to commit. But Annie wants to hold onto the reins and get herself healthy at last… So they agree to be just ‘good friends’.

Maybe you never get free of addiction until your back’s so flat against the wall you simply can’t go on. Or perhaps you just let go of the need for control.

Because as Annie admits when she takes the leap to move in with Jake months later: “When you fall in love, you’re not in control. You’re free-falling. It’s terrifying”.