The collapse of civilisation has never felt this funny (unless you’re a sociopath, in which case it’s been an uninterrupted laugh riot since the days of the Somme).
In his latest laugh-out-loud collection of misanthropic scribblings, hideous Q-list celebrity failure Charlie Brooker tackles everything from the misery of nightclubs to the death of Michael Jackson, making room for for Sir Alan Sugar, potato crisps, global financial meltdown, conspiracy theories and Hole in the Wall along the way.
In a very good condition. Some creasing to the spine and cover. All pages are …