|About the Book|
Just south of the river Fye, in deepest darkest Wiltshire rests the rural village of Slapam. The parish council decided to drop the river reference in the village’s name back in the 1960s, because Slapam-on-the-Fye sounded a bit silly.You may recall... MoreJust south of the river Fye, in deepest darkest Wiltshire rests the rural village of Slapam. The parish council decided to drop the river reference in the village’s name back in the 1960s, because Slapam-on-the-Fye sounded a bit silly.You may recall a previous adventure in the village where Daniel, a London club DJ attended his grandfather’s funeral and ended up grudgingly remaining. Timing being off, he landed in a heap of misfortune. Well, he couldn’t have guessed the village’s shady past and the second zombie apocalypse was on its way.Now separated from yokel necromancer Sally, he returned to the big smoke. Dan found fame on the club scene and life couldn’t get any better, until she paid him an unwelcome visit- typical ex-wife/witch style.Sally feared something was amiss with recent happenings in the village, either that or she was just trying to get back together with Dan- Dan feared it was the latter. But, well, to cut a longish story shortish, the egotistical disc-jockey was gravely mistaken and paid for his error with his……well, I don’t want to go into that, makes me quiver just to think about it.Local legend Ted Turner has converted his beloved Dog n Duck, the only village pub into a swanky restaurant, which is a tad unusual- a kebab shop is exotic to him. But during their meal there Dan’s suspicions are raised as a personal possession is misled, a very personal possession.I’m not one to blow my own trumpet but this is officially certified the funniest thing you might read this week in accordance with the board of the funniest things you might read this week cooperation of Slough, Berkshire- if an elaborate tale of knob jokes is up your street.