From beneath his syrup-splashed sou'wester, Sir Henry, brandy baffled rhinoceros fuhrer of Rawlinson End, glowered at his faceless curry. "This is inedible muck, and there's not enough of it."

    The same may be said of this first book from Vivian Stanshall.

"God's teeth," burphed Sir Henry, "If I had all the money I've spent on drink - I'd spend it on drink."

After its success on radio, stage, and record, Vivian Stanshall's eccentric saga now belches into print.

The copy from the back of 'Sir Henry at Rawlinson End' by Vivian Stanshall

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