I love seeing Gary Delaney at work – a slightly battered comedy ‘everyman’ with a hint of wrong’un, he fires out puns and stupid one-liners like a sort of giggling bullshit howitzer, and I can’t help but get caught up in the joy of it. This is his first book, and bar some slightly iffy editing which sees jokes repeated, it’s proper divorce-potential material, whereby one partner thinks it’s relentlessly funny and can’t help read out selected highlights, while the other rolls their eyes and wonders what the boundaries of manslaughter are.