Review
Ever since a couple months ago when we got this book, I've been wondering how I can describe it. Sarcastic. Dry. Incredibly funny. Lots of cute comics of people with huge round heads and no necks. All of those work, but since I love it so much, and I want everyone else to love it so much, I just didn't think short phrases would do it. So you get this rambling gibberish all about this amazingly good book. If you're a fan of dry, witty, British humor, cute comics about all the ridiculous and annoying people we all have to deal with on a daily basis, then you'll love this. Easily my favorite book that we've got this year, very highly recommended. Oh, and for anyone who wasn't quite sure, a "div"; was defined as a "useless lump of spazziness". --Microcosm
His landscape is populated with folk too busy watching paint dry to meet you for a drink, desperate to avoid a jam with a clueless, over-eager bandmate, wrestling with that ago-old, stay-in-cosy-bed vs. endure-ridicule-at-work dilemma. Just what DO you say when your dog courts that of a fancied stranger? And how to deflate a crusading, cooler-than-thou vinyl obscurantist? Spot on at mimicking teens self-conscious argot, and the recognisable locations winningly anchor this book in its town of origin. Brighton of course --Brighton Source
This is a compendium of happenings, some real, some imagined and shuns a society where the goal is to have as many 'friends' as possible to feed your ego, even if you don't actually like them and they have no interest in you whatsoever. The despicably funny characters include stupid girls who complain loudly on buses, inept DIY promoter (the band plays an unadvertised, empty gig then spend the night squashed into a cupboard with his records) and more. The sketches take place in great Brighton locations such as my favourite old beardy pub The Evening Star, the infamous DK Rosen mens suit shop (of "suits you" fame) and The Pavilion Gardens. It's all hilarious and full of scathingly sarcastic wit. --Monkeys In The Sun
Product Description
Hapless and insistent fanzine writers, sociopathic hoodies, barely-remembered acquiantances, slimy New Age men, record obscurist snobs, real ale drinkers, yappy teenagers, peculiar shopkeepers, inane old-skool punk rockers, abusive coppers and Trisha. Knoxley heath has it all. Not the ideal spot for an away-day, but that's where we're going nonetheless. Collecting a decade of strips, this tome is made up of my first three books, long out-of-print minicomics, fifty odd pages of new strips, and more besides.