Hmm. Bumper, eh? That's about the biggest laugh, frankly, in this slim volume of 130 pages (of which three consist of the index, nineteen or so of Michael ffolkes's deeply unfunny illustrations, four of a strikingly dull introduction by Sir Peter Ustinov, two of a preface, one of a publisher's note and eight of chapter titles). Bummer would be more like it; most of the stories are old-hat, many are "apocryphal" (made up, in other words) and some, such as the procession of animals which relieve themselves onstage in chapter two, simply stinkers.
By Arminta Wallace