As a stand-up comedian, Harry Hill is the equal of Eddie Izzard, Rich Hall and Frank Skinner. Performing bareback for the first time, the self-styled debonaire dachshund now reads from his fiction debut.
It's certainly very surreal, but more a series of described scenes than a novel and, sorry Harry, but it just isn't very funny.
Needing an antidote to too many psycho thrillers, I thought I would try a little comedy, which is precisely what Harry Hill serves up. Lacking style, laughs, length and in fact just about anything you might expect in good comedy he offers a collection of silly characters and situations that though a meager hour or so, seems a lot, lot longer: woeful, could I have my money back please Mr Hill.