Juggers

With this tale of a monstrous juggernaut assuming a life of its own and terrorising a small travelling band of East End prostitutes out on a working weekend to Manchester, Marenghi taps into our dread of mechanical and scientific experimentation with uncanny accuracy.

Marenghi: 'Look, you've got a group of uneducated working whores having fun together in a Bedford Van-come-brothel, boozing and banging their way up the M60, and then suddenly they're confronted by an 18-wheeler with a mind of its own. […] I wanted to write a book about the triumph of the female spirit over a gigantic lorry. Of course, looking back, I realise the truck actually represents AIDS.'

The runaway juggernaut is revealed to be controlled by a scientifically-mutated Atari games programmer, previously abducted by alien entities and sent back to earth in the form of a bio-organic mechanism secured to the truck's steering wheel.
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"The final scene where the smoking mass of wired-up flesh is scraped away from the burnt out cabin to a faint mechanical cry of 'I'm frying…I'm frying…' is perhaps one of the most moving moments in horror." Neil Nichols, Hard Gore Magazine.

'Gives a whole new meaning to the term "service station".' SFX

'Trucks, titty, and terror. An unholy trinity.' The Express