It is terrifying that a book like this can become a no.1 bestseller. But is understandable when you realise that Kellogg's Cornflakes outsells all competition in the way of breakfast cereals. This is a truly lightweight jaunt in the country. It is down there with "Major Pettigrew's Last Stand" complete with poor attempts to capture accents. The book provides its own metaphor, the blasted molehills. This is a mountain made of a mole hill.The only humour in it the odd snigger, there is little art and no moral. One must be determined -but this business of being English isn't determination, its an obsession that finds is expression in farce. In short, I found it cringe worthy. Cliché after cliché dribbles at our feet, distance is always "respectful", anticipation is always eager and appreciation "raucous". "That's 'im" says Curtis sagely, "'eard 'ee was comin'" I echo Curtis soundly. If I'd eard 'ee was comin' I'd ave ducked for cover, which is the only thing to do with ducks.