Ah, Rankin... you weird bastard. Up there with Christopher Moore, Terry Pratchett and Douglas Adams, Robert Rankin scribbles out stories from a bizarre universe set in his semi-drunk, surrealist imagination. Some of his tales are placed in quite separate realms, like the hysterical "Hollow Chocolate Bunnies Of The Apocalypse," but a good deal of them circle around Brentford, England.
This particular tale is the first book in the Brentford Series - a loose collection of stories surrounding the rogues, madmen, shysters, and others average citizens who frequent the local pub known as The Swan. We have a neurotic barkeep, a womanizing Irishman with a sentient bicycle named "Marchant," his best friend with a horrible gambling problem and too many get-rich-quick schemes, a scientific genius who runs the local tobacco shop, a martial arts master down the lane, a elderly professor who just might be immortal, and... oh, you get the idea.
The humor is very straight-faced, except for when you have the screaming and the crying. Almost Monty Python-esque in its absurdity, the plot meanders around a bit, more interested in showcasing the utter silliness of Brentford in general. Eventually the bad guy is defeated, and everyone goes back to drinking in vast quantities once more.
If you can warp your skull around the sheer nonsense presented in this book and enjoy it, you love the next few in the series. I believe I'm on the 5th one.