I know this is not really very literary, and that the author went on to adapt this novel into a successful British series (which I've never seen) but I enjoyed this book one bored afternoon many moons ago. He had a funny, deadpan way of describing objects in the material world, as I seem to recall, that was actually more interesting and funnier than his characters' predicaments in this whimsically strange little novel. He would write lines contemplating what the cheese does or feels like once the refrigerator door is closed on it, and the light goes out. There are some selfish men (and a rather lost older man) at the center of this novel, but it's all in good sport and the book never gets very dark or very deep or very anything, but it's a great book to read on a Saturday afternoon in a warm sudsy tub when you want something light, frothy, and charmingly English. Oh, it's also very funny. And it has (spoiler alert...oh too late you've already overrun my warning) a happy ending for all its characters, which means Simon Nye is nicer than the gods or even Shakespeare.
Amazingly, despite being the progenitor to the hit TV comedy series, it's not that funny. The 'situation' isn't quite there, and the tension between the characters isn't at all well developed. As a result, the comedy just doesn't crystallise out of the mix.
I remember hearing an interview and someone involved with the show saying that Simon Nye had learnt to write sitcom comedy by the end of the second series of the show, after there'd been a character replacement. Interesting.
It comes across as an adaptation of the series and not the other way around. It doesn't even have the amount of plot that an average episode would have which is saying something considering there isn't much in terms of plot to individual episodes. There's something approximating a kind of wry humour in it but its just wasted overall.