This might just be a book about five old blokes messing about making bad jokes and school boy innuendo on the radio, BUT, well, you either love them or don't get it. Anyone who rushes home from work to hear ISIHAC will adore this and will attempt (between giggles) to read you some of the more atrocious puns. Of course the book can't truly get over the machieavellian jockeying for position that goes on during 'Mornington Crescent' or display the fragrant charms of Samantha, and on a more poignant note, we all do miss the great lamented Willie Rushton, but when you read this you will enter the classic comedy world of R4