Not the best book by Rankin, he seems to have gotten less funny with age, though his ability to go off on amazing tangents that don't interrupt the plot, rather they contribute by the end, hasn't fainted away at all. However, his lyric writing abilities seems to be on par with the best and any mention of George Formby wins triple thumbs up. And zombies. It was still highly amusing and his wicked sense of running gags was on top form here, but I wouldn't suggest reading this one as a starter for Rankin, try The Brightonomicon (which gets a reference in here, too, as does the man himself. Rankin knows how to self promote better than anyone, O master of Far-fetched Fiction that he is).