


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
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I still don't know what to think about this email. I sent it back to them telling them they are f*ckwits, and I've only had an automatic reply. I'm starting to wonder if someone out there is telling me to f*ck off and die?
Posted by: Julie | November 07, 2007 at 04:57 PM
With a smile on your face - from first reading Sunset at Blandings?
Posted by: JonathanM | November 07, 2007 at 05:24 PM
I dunno. There are some writers whose work might drive me to buying this book (think of a colour) and implementing its instructions. But certainly not Wodehouse.
Posted by: Bill Liversidge | November 08, 2007 at 08:11 AM
"Medically Assisted Death" - a cheeky "you might like to try..."
So do Wodehouse readers have a pre-disposition towards mercifully bringing things to an end?
"Nurse, I've finished the Wodehouse novel. Now administer me that lethal injection before I am forced to eat another garibaldi in the day lounge..."
Posted by: Steven Hunt | November 12, 2007 at 08:12 AM