Hmmm. This was the first Will Self I've read and I didn't get it.
The blurb recommends these two short stories for their 'surreal and downright absurd' take on the 'mundanities of modern life', and that's fine if you are okay with that genre. I guess I'm not. The first seemed to me just an excuse to write about sex, which I think it did well enough and amusingly, but I had no idea if I was in the mind of the protagonist or in his fantasies or both or neither. The second seemed to be about a trans-national and inter-generational personal development exchange: and if that sounds bizarre, it was.
If greater meaning was being presented in the guise of the absurdity, then I was bemused enough by the stories at a literal level not to get it or want to bother to try to get it. When I was a teacher, I'd have had to, but now I'm retired I don't; so I'm conscious that I should in fairness probably apologise to Mr Self for not spending enough time on these pieces.
I enjoyed the style, but not concept, I guess.