I brought this book home from the shop mostly because I read Nicholson's What We Did on Our Holidays last week, one of the funniest, nastiest books I've ever read. I wasn't sure if I wanted to read this one, so I thought I would just read the first couple of paragraphs and take it back if they didn't grab me. They grabbed me, I snorked coffee, I dripped snot and knocked the popcorn bowl off the table more or less as the protagonist (I don't know if he's going to be the hero yet) did with the wine and peanuts in his seat in First Class. I'm flying Business Class tomorrow so I'll read this and look at the hostess in a knowing, sideways kind of way and if she's read this book, she'll probably give me a filthy look back. Can't wait... (She didn't. The man in the seat next to me did, but only because I had the window seat and was travelling on a free upgrade and he had paid for his. Oh dear.. poor man, having to sit next to badly dressed but well-travelled me).

The book didn't disappoint but wasn't as funny as What We Did on Our Holidays. It would make an excellent spoof movie though as the plot if full of twists and turns, lots of sex, perverted and otherwise, violence and even snobbery and racism. I'd really really like to go out to dinner with the author, I'd bet he'd be fantastic company.
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I generally really enjoy Geoff Nicholson's novels, but I didn't have the stomach for this one. By page 80 I had dealt with various excretions, abusive sex and cannibalism and couldn't take any more. Maybe when my resilience is higher I will be able to deal with this, but not at the moment. Otherwise, his normal wonderful style and I will try again with others. ( )