I liked this book on a lot of levels, perhaps more than I disliked it on a lot of other levels. I suppose the fact that I am roughly the same age and grew up not 5 miles from the author coloured it. Frankly I didn't recognise the type of people portrayed, the attitudes they expressed or the backdrop of crushing poverty except in extreme caricature of the reality of Coatbridge at the time. And, for the record, I am as working class as Mr Dillon. I understand that it's a novel not a documentary, but for me it tried too hard to be both and at times the author's clear anger with "the establishment" (particulalry literary agents and TV moguls!) showed through simply as sour grapes. Beautifully written in places however and the man clearly has a gift for wordcraft.