This book is gold. Not only is it funny from start to finish - written at such a hurtling, twisty toboggan-ride pace that the belly-laughs-to-words ratio is something approaching 1:1 - but it's a special kind of funny. The rarest kind, in fact: heartfelt, warm, celebratory funny. This guy unreservedly loves British people - his enthusiasm for us is frankly embarrassing. The man is a walking UK Tourist Board. And coming from someone you assume to be a cynical 'yeah whatever buddy, hold the mayo' jaded New Yorker type, this is especially disarming. And he's spot on. I think he's really nailed what it is to be British, capturing that spirit of glorious helplessness ('sod it, let's go to the pub') in the same pitch-perfect way something like Peep Show or a Simon Pegg film does. I loaned it to a mate, who read it in a day and gave it back saying 'I have never read a book that's made me so proud to be British.' A bit Churchillian, but I agree - it's lovely to be reminded that, yes, we're funny, knockabout lot. A right bunch of silly sausages. Read it, if you want to feel that.