This is the third in Charlie Owen's series of (so far) 3 books relating the tales of a dysfunctional but mythical town north of Manchester and the dysfunctional but mythical policing services that the scrotes who live there deserve and receive.
I read all three one after the other. Now I have finished I really miss them - I felt I was lucky (?) enough to be an observer on a chaotic, hilariously funny, sad, violent world. Good characterisation (don't you just love Psycho??) each one of them believable and very human.
I suppose having been a copper for 32 years (including right through the 70's when these books are set) I can see people with whom I served and situations that crossed my path. But don't for one moment think that you need to have been a copper to appreciate this masterpiece - it is for those of us who have observed life, seen the horrors, laughed at its stupidity, sighed as the ineptness of some minor civil servant, cried at its cruelty.
OK, some story lines may initially seem strong but fizzle out to nothing, some of the themes (coppers scrounging burgers etc.) may be overplayed and some of the language over-used (sometimes 'less is more') but do NOT be put off. You'll scream with laughter (the woman Inspector who faints in her private loo at what she finds down there !!), cry at the sadness (the first few pages of this book are very harrowing), and shake your head at the pathetic ineptitude of some of the people you meet.
A mighty good read. Great fun. I can't wait for number 4.