Funny, inventive, touching, and wise. Hilarious book about a guy's haircut in the eighties. I love Edith Nesbit *sigh* She was born near me, you know, almost exactly a year before I was.
I emailed the author to say that it was not only the worst book I have ever read about Morrissey (and it is), but it is also one of the worst books I have read about anything.
He replied with this email:
Dear David,
Thanks for your words. Abusive and, needless to say, entirely inaccurate words.
Shove a bunch of gladioli up your arse and fuck off.