Indolent dandy Robert Wringham ("superb"-The Telegraph) occupies a lazy, hazy, mazy world of geriatric flies, winking sparrows, and smiling labradoodles. Wringham's vignettes have appeared in the Idler and Playboy and in his own weekly blog. Now, at last, his best humour has been lovingly torn from its original context and respectfully bashed into book form. Yes, it's time for the inevitable Robert Wringham miscellany. His finest comic peluche.