Miles Walker, You're DeadMy name is Miles Walker. Remember it. I'm keen on immortality. I've got to be. I'm twenty three years old. I'm the best painter of my generation. And I've got four hours to live. On the eve of the millennium, Miles Walker has problems. His flatmate Thurston, a moody medievalist, thinks it would be a good career move for Miles to die young. Miles' best friend, the pre conceptual artist ZakDot, agrees and the chainsaw wielding Maddie seems only too