At long last there seems to be some 'real' books written by 'real' people, finding there way on to the shelves. Streetwise, working class 'bloke' authors are somehow getting passed the stuck up twats in publishers who don't seem to realise that a lot of people have no interest in the diary of some fat old boiler, or struggling through a novel where the author seems more intent in proving how clever he or she is, rather than writing an entertaining story.
This book is real lad lit. Colin Butts, Is Harry On The Boat? and Kevin Sampson, Powder, are two other authors who seem to fall within this category, and I wish there were a lot more. Unlike the two aforementioned books, Top Dog probably wouldn't appeal to the fairer sex. What it has in common though, is a feeling that it would make great viewing. All these books seem to contain little mood or scene setters, which are great for conjuring up mental images.
In Top Dog though, one of these is done to death and has made me take off one star - smoking. Was the author sponsored by B&H as well as a computer co? It became tiresome, annoying and almost laughable. More imagination and variety next time please!
On the whole the book was well researched and the best complement any book can have in my opinion, is that I looked forward to picking it up again. To make the reader care for such an obnoxious 'hero' is no mean achievement. The ending had some nice twists and didn't quite go down the Long Good Friday route I was expecting.
On the whole, this is the sort of book I'd recommend to friends who don't normally read books. If there were more Lad Lit books like this, then I reckon the book buying greater than it already is. Keep churning them out son!