Robert Rankin's 15th novel shares the same stylistic feel as A Dog Called Demolition, with its central plot intersected by a number of (occasionally related) tall tales and bad poetry. If anything though it's even madder than that quite insane book, and is quite possibly the looniest bit of nonsense that Rankin has written thus far.
The story proper is presented as Rankin's fictional autobiography, with the author blessed (or cursed) with the ability to control Chaos Theory, so that by making small actions he can make great changes to the world. Running parallel to this is the even more bonkers story of a sporran infested by a race of sentient sprouts attempting to take over humanity. While this is a stand alone novel its general level of insanity coupled with a number of recurring characters (Pooley and Omally and most of the rest of the 'Brentford' regulars, Barry the Sprout from the Armageddon Trilogy, and Sir John Rimmer, Dr Harney and Danbury Collins the psychic youth from The Garden of Unearthly Delights to name a few) makes this less suitable for the Rankin novice, who may mistake this as a pile of gibberish.
For confirmed addicts though, this is gloriously deranged stuff. Some good concepts and tall stories coupled with some great comedy moments, it's Rankin at his most undisciplined and free flowing, but madness of this level is tantamount to genius.