Unpredictable, far-fetched, unashamedly ridiculous and stupidly unique, JFK SLASHED MY TYRES gives us exactly what we so desperately need in this bleak and poker-faced future that we call the twenty-first century: laughter.
JFKSMT is a two and a half hour comedy blitz – set in the past, present and future – featuring madcap characters, heavy drinking, dangerous bears, budgies, ridiculous concepts, constant riffing, toilet humour, politically incorrect controversy, space travel, time travel, sponge fingers, Eau-de-Cologne, electric shock technology, unicycles, steak knives, men dancing with other men, two wooden legs, and constant references to soup and pâté.
The book inhabits a planet largely of its own creation, where it intends to sink or swim entirely on its own terms – playing for laughs as a priority, and leaving the reader to either look up any obscure references and unfamiliar lingo, or just go with the flow. Tightly focused at first, with a seismic shift in the middle, leading to an increasingly far-fetched climax: boiled sweets, Father Christmases, moon landings, dangerous mustard gas, the Jules Rimet Trophy, death camps, etc.
So, if you buy JFK SLASHED MY TYRES thinking it's going to be a mildly amusing sideways look at the trials and tribulations of middle-class life – don't expect a refund.
JFKSMT is a two and a half hour comedy blitz – set in the past, present and future – featuring madcap characters, heavy drinking, dangerous bears, budgies, ridiculous concepts, constant riffing, toilet humour, politically incorrect controversy, space travel, time travel, sponge fingers, Eau-de-Cologne, electric shock technology, unicycles, steak knives, men dancing with other men, two wooden legs, and constant references to soup and pâté.
The book inhabits a planet largely of its own creation, where it intends to sink or swim entirely on its own terms – playing for laughs as a priority, and leaving the reader to either look up any obscure references and unfamiliar lingo, or just go with the flow. Tightly focused at first, with a seismic shift in the middle, leading to an increasingly far-fetched climax: boiled sweets, Father Christmases, moon landings, dangerous mustard gas, the Jules Rimet Trophy, death camps, etc.
So, if you buy JFK SLASHED MY TYRES thinking it's going to be a mildly amusing sideways look at the trials and tribulations of middle-class life – don't expect a refund.
