Author: Philip Reid
Year of publication: 1973, Penguin edition 1976
Back cover blurb: '"Harris is a chirpy freelance journalist who seems likely to dig up the dirt on a business swindle in which the probable future leader of the (Labour) Opposition was involved.
Harris finds himself very nearly framed with a drug-smuggling charge, takes accidentally a fearsome acid trip and is nearly murdered before he realizes the kidn of plot that has been laid for him. Very deft this. As a bonus, many of the characters have teasing resemblances to 'You-know-who' and 'Whatshisname'" - Daily Telegraph'
Quick flick reveals: This satirical detective novel is actually written by Andrew Osmond and Richard Ingrams under a pseudonym. I'm hoping it isn't laced with that somewhat snearing small c conservatism that puts me off Private Eye so much.
Random paragraph: '"Well, you weren't going to look very good explaining to some Welsh copper what you were up to sniffing round a dead hippie on a Welsh mountain top. Here, have some of this." He took a quarter bottle of Scotch out of his pocket and passed it to me. "Make you feel better."'
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