If you think this is a funny book about England and its natives, think again. And buy Kate Fox's "Watching the English" instead. What Bennun's book is, first and foremost, is a memoir of sorts, covering the author's student years in England in the 1980s with the occasional flashback to growing up in Kenya as a white person whose apparently Jewish parents (Bennun all but hides this fact as if it were embarrassing) left South Africa because they disapproved of apartheid. Bennun went to Sussex University and then worked his way through several very hip jobs with very hip music magazines. It's amazing how someone so relatively young and with so much (former) street credibility could have turned into an old fogey so quickly. Tedious rants of the "children should be seen, not heard" sort make up one half of the book and read like a letter to The Times by some retired army general ("country is going to the dogs"). I wouldn't be surprised if Bennun votes Conservative by now. The other half of the book consists of verbose, much overstretched anecdotes about life at a the editorial office of a hip music magazine, the Brighton student scene of the 1980s etc. They may at times be funny but then, by far not as funny as the author clearly thinks. And waaaaaay too long at that. Bennun's favorite, basically only stylistic tool is being hyperbolic - which gets pretty old pretty quickly. The 300 page book is like a box of chocolates - if you have one or two, you might actually be delighted. After eating the entire box, you'll be sick.