Once in a blue moon, a book comes along that changes the world. The Origin of Species. War and Peace. 1984. The World According to Danny Dyer. And now, Cunk on Everything: The Encyclopedia Philomena, by Philomena Cunk. Philomena Cunk is one of the greatest thinkers of the 21st century, and in Cunk on Everything she turns her attention to our biggest issue: why are there so many books? Wouldn't it be better if there…
I mistakenly bought this for Liz, and when I handed it over very quickly realised that *I’M* the one of us that likes serially uninformed but doggedly informative broadcaster Philomena Cunk. A tough read from end-to-end, because it’s literally a series of short pieces in alphabetically organised topics… but word-perfect for the character, and you could picture her delivering every line in her TV-authentic way. I had to stop grabbing random people that were near me so I could read stuff out, but it was a real hoot, and I was almost sad when I finished it. And now I don’t think I’ll ever look at a tiger with out thinking “Tigers are the ones that look sort of like big orange barcodes, but with teeth”.
Cunk on Everything
