This book is described as Harry Hill's debut "novel", but to be perfectly honest, it doesn't really fall into that category. If it was a novel, it would be a fictional work with a coherent, cohesive storyline, characters who are acting out the details of the story, description detailing the action, and at least some conversations which make sense. As it is, although there is the basic bones of a storyline here (concerning a surprisingly sensitive and articulate pig, the characters (apart from the pig) all seem to be comprised of celebrities acting in very strange (I hope fictional) ways, the main descriptive passages detail fights between these celebrities and the only conversations seem to be conducted in a foreign language (think pig patois/conversations that might be held by visiting Chinese dignitaries). Don't know what I'm on about? No, I didn't get it either. All of these random elements, I hasten to add, did not prevent this book from being very, very funny, but it's only "novel" in the sense of the word that it's original; but you wouldn't expect anything less from Mr H. I loved the opening concerning the typo in the title and my only real criticism is that at points it's just too surreal to follow. I agree with another reviewer on this site - it's not Mr H's best work, but it does have its merits. I'm not sure about the test in the middle of the book though ("This is the third and final human riding an animal in this book. Can you name the other two?" p. 226 - Ans: Don't be ridiculous, by page 226 I was as baffled as anyone would be.