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341 pages, Paperback
First published March 25, 2014


"Cherry ate polite for breakfast. “We didn’t see you at Mum and Dad’s for Christmas. Again.” It sounded like her court voice.
And I put it to you, m’lud, that the defendant wilfully and culpably spurned his mother’s roast turkey and all the trimmings (cries of horror from the gallery"
“They don’t make ‘em like that anymore, do they?” Phil muttered as we shuffled our feet on the Old Dean’s doorstep.
“Yeah, they do. You can get them online. There’s this site: Snobs’ Knobs and Posh Knockers, it’s called.”
“oh yeah? I’ve never been that into knockers, personally. Knobs, on the other hand….” Phil smirked.


“Well, if you call it canonisation when you make someone a saint, what do you call it when you make them a canon?”
“Ironfoundry.”