Book Ends

Poor George has just about had it with the publishing world lunches infidelities and a lifetime of a right bunch of comedian wannabes whose utter tosh (think sports biogs by celebrities) hes practically (OMG practically is as bad as literally and like... and totally) had to rewrite. What if hes bothered to sit down and produce his own oeuvre. A proper book! And what if it is a kiss n tell? If its true? How would he get it published? While hes looking for a way one of his stocking-fillers gets caught up in a bidding war which ought to be good news for him. But really isnt. Move over Spitting Image Private Eye and... Alexander Pope and Jonathan Swift. Any character who pitches from Mr Gryllss pen across his pages is at risk of being skewered. In the nicest possible way. An exquisitely written erudite and hilarious satire in the finest vintage tradition.