I still don't understand this book several years on. When my friend Allan challenged me to point out the 'weirdest' book in my collection, which contains many weird books, I did not point to William S Burroughs nor Steve Aylett's work but to this. It reads like an episode of Red Dwarf ... but written by David Icke. Was this the book with the insect heads and the psychopathic midget fridge-wrestler? I forget. Bunnyhoo!