Just when you thought it was safe to go back into the bookshops, along comes Gez Walsh with another collection of odd odes and dubious ditties. Apart from old favourites such as Wilf, the central character, trying to come to terms with the knowledge that life is just the pits (or maybe the zits?) sometimes, we have the wilder flights of Gez's fantasy, embodied in the Rocking Vicar and the tale of Poorly Julie who ate that most unhealthy of foods, broccoli, and Grandma, who mistakanly nibbled rabbit droppings. Giggle again at the rude, crude lewdness of it all and join the Gez Walsh fan club with its growing band of spotmaniacs. Kids - if you've ever suffered the embarrassment of watching your dad disco dancing at a party whilst telling everyone he's Baby Spice, this book is for you