I had high expectations for this one because I used to love Walsh’s other book, The Idiot Book, back when I was a kid. I guess the issue is that because I picked this up without the benefit of nostalgia, there just wasn’t that connection for me and so I was honestly just kind of bored by the juvenile humour in it.
That’s kind of the point of the book though, so this might not be a turn off for other people. But for me, reading it felt more like a chore than a treat, and that was disappointing.
When I was a kid, the jokes were silly and dumb. When I found it in my loft just now, I re-read it. Nostalgia was great, but objectively it is utter nonsense with no story or point. I did use to love it though!