In Miles Kington's classic final book, he faces the cancer that eventually killed him with astonishing courage and his sparkling trademark wit. Hilarious and moving, this is the ultimate tribute to a master humorist.
Miles Kington began his career at Punch, where he wrote the column that later became his bestseller Let's Parler Franglais!. After six years at The Times, he wrote a regular column for the Independent from its earliest days until the week he died. He also wrote a column for The Oldie. Regular topics in his columns included Albanian proverbs which appear profound at first glance but are actually meaningless, and things for which there is no word.
In other hads this could easily have become maudlin; but Kington rigorously eschews self-pity and there is no dying fall, no sense of despair at his fading physical powers. The last letter is among the sprightliest ... This is a witty and quirky memorial to a witty and quirky writer, greatly missed. -- Michael Leapman * Country Life *