It’s here at last! The latest, loony, all-new collection from the zit-master himself, Gez Walsh. So, what’s all the fuss about? Well, for a start, once you’ve read the title poem you’ll never put your crash helmet on again without looking inside it first! You’ll also find the reason why “Dad Wears Mum’s Tights”, why “Batman is a Softie” and why “Grandma is a Zulu”. And there are some speculations, not recommended for the delicate, about whether Her Majesty suffers from attacks of wind, of the botty variety.

Yes, once again, you will slip effortlessly into that warped world, that strange parallel universe created by Gez and the kids he reads to: a bizarre world, where yucky ideas are bounced back and forth like ping pong balls, with the accent definitely on the “pong”. If it’s “ruff” rhymes and dodgy doggerel you’re looking for, you’ve come to the right place. And that’s before we come to “Barbara’s Big Bum” and “Disgusting Doris”. Oh, and Wilma the Cow, Matilda the Turkey, and a teacher called Mr James who wears a bra are all in here somewhere as well.

Anyone who has read Gez’s previous books will want to own this new one, and anyone who hasn’t read any of Gez’s books... where have you been for the last four years?