Vitriolic in its disgust, malevolent in its humour, dazzling in its invective, Entertainment pushes you places you’d rather not go, where life’s more bearable on vodka and whizz, bogs are for shagging other blokes’ birds and the pub singer’s crap and he’s your dad.

You don’t have to be drunk to be legless (but it helps).

An outrageous novel by a young man who does know better.