The story of Alexei's early years, in Liverpool in the 50s and 60s, the child of committed communist parents. I loved this book - it was warm, self-deprecating without being cruel, vivid, far too familiar in many ways. The audio version was particularly entertaining since Sayle reads it himself...
Hi Andrea, someone else that like Alexie Sayle? I've passed my books around friends and family and they've been returned very quickly with a lot of negative comments. I've read everything byAlexie and find his humour and unique outlook on the planet refreshing dark and funny. I'm glad I'm not alone.
I hadn't ever read anything by Alexei Sayle until I ran across this book at the local Salvation Army second hand shop. Being a fan of his comedic TV and audio work, I was interested to see Sayle's "serious" work, if you will. I didn't really know what to expect, but after reading the opening stor...
Maybe not the very worst book I have ever read, ...but close. On one level, it was readable, in that I didn't struggle to finish it and there were some genuinely funny bits, particularly the Paul Coelho jibes. Other running jokes, notably the whole tiresome 'soup, swoop, loop-de-loop' thing, were...
I needed there to be such a large amount of rubble and dirt that required shifting that I could keep him working for me for a long time and I wanted it to be such a large tempting job that he would be forced to put up with all the strange things I might ask him to do. I said, ‘Now this developmen...
Donna drove back to the valley sunk in thought while Stanley dozed inside the suit. Once they were back in the house and Mister Roberts was parked upstairs in Stanley’s bedroom they convened a family meeting around the kitchen table. For once it was Stanley who spoke first. ‘Well, we can’t take h...
The machine itself was so low in the sky that it was hidden by the tall trees in the park opposite but its searchlight backlit them in black, angular silhouette, giving the appearance of a sinister wood in a Balinese shadow play. ‘The Pointless Park airshow beginneth early tonight,’ Toby said, co...
He rose out of his saddle, stood on the pedals and sent his bike powering up the last hundred metres of the Col De Tourmalet. He thought he heard the whisper of a groan from the rest of the peloton as they went out the back. He knew none of them had an answer to his strength today plus, as insura...