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 Title Page

 Brits in the air? Fine, so long as they’re called Stephanie…

 Guess what, Son – I’m a chair!

 How Mogadishu taught me to stop worrying and love my dentist

 I don’t hate cyclists, I just want to protect their knackers

 The rise and rise of Billy No Mates

 Why I make foxes laugh and Wayne Rooney stare

 Why should I love my bum? Nobody else does…

 Myrtle the Fresian: pin-up for the discerning heavy metal fan?

 Goat dung: the new black

 Why the Royal Family really should be a laughing matter…

 Technology? I’d rather go down the Dog and Duck

 Why I feel like Kate Moss in the flyovers…

 Porridge all round, and pass the apple sauce

 Make poverty history? I’d rather make Bono history…

 Witchdoctors: alive and well and living in Chancery Lane

 In defence of Christmas

 Why I’ll take Clacton-on-Sea over St Tropez any time

 Europe: nul points!

 Vote Nick Ferrari for Archbishop if you want the F word in church

 Prince Philip in suspenders? Now that’s entertainment!

 The laughing policemen

 Requiem to a flying blackboard rubber

 Having it all, and why you can’t – even if you’re Germaine Greer

 A night out in London

 America? China? Nah … it’s all happening in Tescoland

 Giving Auntie a kick up the jacksie

 Help! Is there an aromatherapist in the house?

 How do we put up with Ken? And how does he put up with me?

 If in doubt, ask Sid

 Gordon Ramsay: prick with a fork

 London 2012? Let’s have a Whopper and curly fries instead

 The Spanish Inquisition: alive and well and living in Holmes Place

 That’s enough touchy-feely – let’s bring back the nasty party

 Dead cows and white elephants

 Order, order! Why some honourable members need some real whipping into shape

 Did you hear the one about The Pope and The Most Holy Carmelite Order of Prestatyn?

 Nick Ferrari’s Manifesto for London

 Scent of a woman

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