The Vacant Casualty
Is it a murder mystery? Is it biting social satire? Who knows? Who cares?
You're not my mother - where am I?
This is a brilliantly funny parody of the world's most hotly anticipated new book, from the author of two Sunday Times bestselling humour titles. And we haven’t read it yet either! In fact it’s a world first – a parody of a book not yet published.
Nothing ever seems to happen in the sleepy English town of Mumford – unless you count the man with the axe in his back, staggering down the street getting blood everywhere and leaving a vacancy on the Parish Council . . .
Into the fray steps Detective Inspector Bradley. Although he appears to be a plodding buffoon, incapable of detecting his own backside, that is exactly what he is. But when he teams up with a writer researching a detective novel, together they blunder towards the identity of the ‘vacant casualty’, just hoping to get there before everyone in the town is murdered.
In this potty-mouthed, depraved parody, strewn with casual violence and sexual deviancy, you’ll discover granny mafia, farting tea-ladies, car chases, serial killers and lashings of tortoise milk. But no immigrants. This is the countryside, after all.