The main character in this book, Paul Slippery (sorry, didn't like the name, made him sound ridiculous before the story even began) experiences a minor breakdown on the cusp of fifty. Odd things start happening at work (he is a biggish cheese in broadcasting, like the author of this book - nothing like wrting about what you know), and when I say odd I mean totally unbelievable. His home life similarly disintegrates to the extent that he is unable to even spell the name of one of his sons (though to be fair they did call him Ruairighy or something like that.....).
It was mildly funny in a distorted way, like Ben Elton on crack cocaine, but the main thing that kept me reading was that somewhere along the line the author was going to have to bring it to an acceptable conclusion and explain all the weird goings-on, and I wanted to know how he would pull it off. Unfortunately the denouement was a little like being relieved of one's drunkenness by means of a bucket of water in the face, which leaves one a little shocked, and disappointed at the way the world suddenly looks.