
A rollicking adventure starring Peter Pascoe, about blue movies, dubiously moralled Kinema Clubs, even more dubiously moralled girls, the women’s liberation movement, and whether or not the dentist did it, orchestrated by the fat and brilliant Superintendent Dalziel.

If this was about Big Brother, rather than UK Idol, and marginally less sucky, it would be called Dead Famous, the author's previous literary nadir.