


If you haven't already visited the website for this book, go there now.

The London boozer fully explained. Now smoke free. The funniest fucking book you will read all year. So funny in fact, that Steven Hunt is not allowed to carry a copy on public transport. Buy here
From a bookshop on a hill, where dinosaurs still roam and the big house burnt down.
A gentleman trader from the shires continues to attempt to feed, clothe and shelter his growing family in a house with two lavatories - therebye allowing any one of his three progeny to leave an unflushed dump at any time of the day or night - all by flogging books in sarf London.
Good job then, that the lady of the house has three different jobs, often on the same day.