Very funny, Tim's anarchic descriptive use of the English language, provides a very wry stance on the eccentricities of a bygone age in which I grew up. It left a lasting impression on me, that is missing from the Englishness of today. The, family car only coming out of the garage for strictly essential journeys, in case it would and did,frequently go wrong. The cheap holidays to crummy places,(yes I did spend a rainy week in a caravan at Leysdown-Upon-Sea), that encapsulates the hop picking, charabang post war descendents who, putting on a brave face in the holiday camp caravan, dreading the coming night's entertainment in the camp clubhouse, whilst trying to ignore the bickering, bored, parents. The days when a day trip to Hastings was thought of as a long journey, a journey that many people do as their daily work commute today. In short terms, many of these places and people still exist, in places like Burnham-On-Sea and it takes a writer like Tim Moore to dredge up a past that many still remember and are desparate to forget, whilst others, blissfully unaware of their heritage, continue to enjoy this crap experience, year after year!