Many, many, moons ago, I was given the nickname Mad Bob. I worked with a girl called Vicky, who became a great friend until her untimely death. At the time Vic Reeves and Bob Mortimer were starting to become household names, everyone at work would be talking about “Vic Reeves Big Night Out” on Channel 4 and so my mate and I became affectionately known as Vic and Bob! Many a happy hour after work was spent in the pub trilling the well-known catchphrases from the TV, so all these years later, when I heard Bob Mortimer had written a book, I knew it was something I would enjoy reading. I thought it was bound to have some unique and interesting characters in it like the ones he makes up on the panel show “Would I lie to You?” and it would be a perfect fit for #9 on my reading list.
"Gary Thorn goes for a pint with a work acquaintance called Brendan. When Brendan leaves early, Gary meets a girl in the pub. He doesn't catch her name but falls for her anyway. After she leaves suddenly, all Gary has to remember her by is the book she was reading: The Satsuma Complex. But when Brendan goes missing, Gary needs to track down the girl he now calls Satsuma to get some answers. And so begins a quest, though the streets of South London, to finally bring some love and excitement into an unremarkable life…"
I honestly cannot believe Bob Mortimer has waited so long
to pen a novel. I was worried that as a fan of Bob Mortimer, the book might not
live up to my expectations, but I loved it. From the start I was laughing and
looking at the world through the joyous eyes of this great comedian and I was
genuinely sad when I finished the book and had to say goodbye to the character Gary
Thorn.
In this tech savvy world where everyone has their face
firmly attached to their smartphone, even when out for a walk in the
countryside, Gary Thorn is living in the here and now:
“if I’m out and about I keep
my head up and my mind stimulated by the sights and sounds around me:
neighbours arguing (I might imagine it’s over the need to replace a washing
machine filter); a broken window (I imagine it was smashed by a child manoeuvring
an adult ladder); rust penetrating the wheel arches of a long abandoned car (I
imagine the car has been dumped by a wine merchant who went nuts); dogs sharing
an interest in a spillage (I imagine the dogs are called Zak Briefcase and
Lengthy Parsnips).”
I think I’d like Gary. He is a solicitor, but one of little
talent, who enjoys eating pies and going to the pub. It’s refreshing to meet
someone with such an upbeat outlook on life, even if he does have imaginary
conversations with a squirrel in the local park. I can’t say anything really, I
talk to the squirrel who regularly visits my garden, and Mr and Mrs Dove, and of
course I have many lengthy conversations with my cat. I’m still trying to work
out if it’s the first signs of madness or an overactive imagination…although I
have spoken to animals from a very early age, so…