I really enjoyed this excellent satire about a dystopian Britain where the cosseted few huddle inside a dome, so in thrall to health and safety directives that kitchens are considered death traps and cars hurtle along at a scary eight miles per hour. Abraham Pope seems to be the model citizen of this Scared New World, having neutralised any potential threat inside his own home to such a degree that it remains just a fraction away from the perfect safety rating of 10/10. But when he's charged with fixing the disaster of a leak inside the hallowed halls of the Department of Safety and Health, his life is turned upside down by a plumber who soon realises he can make some easy cash for both himself and others outside of the dome by exploiting the many rules laid down by their Ezicash rulers. Ian Thompson's tone and style brought to mind Douglas Adams and the book's funniest moments come from his eccentric observations and the throwaway remarks of his characters. While it suffers at times for failing to resist cruder gags, with the pub's name Fat Dicks responsible for most of these, you can forgive this as the overall reading experience is so enjoyable. In these post-Brexit times, the themes of Ezicash resonate more strongly than ever and one can only hope the absurd future painted by Ian Thompson doesn't come to pass, although we would be guaranteed a few laughs if the worst did indeed happen. This is an imaginative and enjoyable book that's well worth a read, whether you're sitting in the kind of soft, luxurious sofa that graces Pope's living room or perched on a pointy wooden antique that would set off alarm bells inside the dome. I will definitely be checking out more of his stuff.