Just finished another random one off the shelves at work:
Wilt On High by Tom Sharpe.
Oh dear.
Unlike Toekneep and LEE, who specifically mentioned this one as a book which made him laugh out loud, I felt it was very dated and limp humour, like an embarrassing 80s ITV sitcom.
I got to the end. It was OK, but didn't go anywhere. It felt like Sharpe wanted to go outside and shout 'bum' and 'willy' but felt he had to put it down on paper.
As I was putting it back on the shelf, I noticed a book entitled 'Growing Up In The Swinging Sixties' by Susan Cleeve. It appeared to be a school book, published in 1980, so the perspective was interesting.
I was pulled up short by a mention of Stevie Wonder, which described him as 'The blind negro singer'.