21 of 21 people found the following review helpful
I normally do my reading in bad late at night. Some 20 years ago the bed shook regularly with laughter and giggles and my eyes frequently went out of focus through tears of mirth. As another reader says one dared not read Tom Sharpe on public transport for fear of uncontrollable fits of giggles. How I looked forward to the recent book after such a lengthy gap in time. But, such disappointment in the end. No uncontrollable giggles, no bursting guffaws, only a slight wimper of enjoyment and an occasional smile. Alas, all good things come to an end and history cannot be repeated. Wilt is dead, long live...... no, Wilt is dead.