Customer Reviews:
 Disappointing October 27, 2008
8 out of 16 found this review helpful
I love a good, light-hearted rant - who doesn't? - so I had high hopes for this book, having recently gone through a couple of Charlie Brooker's finest.
And what a let down it proved to be.
Wielding a clever turn of phrase is usually a good thing, but in this case it feels less like an intelligent use of the English language, and more like a smug way of belittling the proles, who could never hope to master or understand such eloquent diction. This has the effect of almost completely preventing the reader from "warming" to the author, and therefore finding it fairly difficult to sympathise.
Secondly the humour, which is distinctly lacking - yes, there are some clever and amusing sections, but for the most part it's just fairly unremarkable, which is a shame.
Thirdly, the whole thing is just far too political - and I mean that not in the sense of making fun of and ranting about those in the political spotlight (and therefore marking themselves as fair game), but because of the barely concealed political leanings of the author. One of the selected fifty is baroness Thatcher - surely one of the prime examples of an individual to whom the title of the book applies. Sadly, the pages devoted to her read more like a defensive Conservative PR document than a red-blooded rant. To put this into perspective, the next individual in the list is Alan Titchmarsh, which seems slightly unfair on poor Alan!
It isn't often that I struggle to finish a book, but on this occasion I really had to try, and sadly, the effort invested in reading from cover-to-cover was in no way justified by the enjoyment derived from it.
I'd give this book one star - there is the occasional laugh, but you have to work very, very hard to get there.
 Very funny. Great Idea October 17, 2008
14 out of 15 found this review helpful
I enjoyed this book a lot and just wish I had thought to write it first.
As well as the top fifty berks, Letts also mentions by way of quick one liners, the many others berks now bubbling under, including the likes of Tescos Corporate Robot Terry Leahy and Pouting Essex Dimwit Posh Becks (or whatever she calls herself).
I'd love to see another update with another 50 "buggers" who must have surely now have to include faceless bank chiefs like Andy Hornby and Fred the Shred Goodwin who are so clearly responsible for the latest mess we are in as a reult of buggering up the banks.
I particularly liked the way Lett's lets the likes of sainted figures like Sir Paul Macca and Diana get the full treatment.
Letts says of His Paulness "Stop dying your hair man" and he "deserved Heather" Spot on, sir. Very funny.
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