I'm not sure how many times I've read this book over, but it never fails to make me laugh. I think in part it is because it supports my own experiences of travelling in Ireland - though sans refrigerator - and brings back a lot of warm memories... though not of the weather; like Tony Hawks, my first experience of Irish weather was opening my curtains to sheeting rain! Still, you don't go to Ireland for the weather, you go for the Guinness and the craic (not to mention the scenery, the music, the people, the change of pace...). It's been too long, it makes me want to go back, but if I can't get there, this is the next best thing for me. Incidentaly, one tip for travellers that he (not surprisingly) fails to mention is that if you visit a pub in Ireland, only order pints (or more if possible) - halves are charged at almost the same price in a lot of places. It just doesn't seem to be done! It's an inspiring read - it proves that with sufficient bloody-mindedness, and the backing of a whole country (!), anything is possible. I found the book a refreshingly honest and entertaining read. Tony Hawks's style is naturalistic and at times unpolished, but I don't think that detracts in any way. In fact, it reminds you that basically he's a pretty ordinary bloke on a pretty ridiculous journey with a somewhat misplaced piece of kitchen equipment - and that's the story he's trying to tell, after all.