Mrs Slocombe’s Pussy: Growing Up in Front of the Telly - Tapa blanda

‘Jeffries’ scintillating humour conveys serious and though-provoking ideas in this hilariously Proustian, witty, entertaining and wholly idiosyncratic study of growing up with television.’ Daily Mail

‘This is as captivating an account of a life lived with television as one is likely to encounter.’ TLS

‘Unnervingly clever and witty.’ Independent

‘Enviably funny and original.’ Evening Standard

‘This is a cracking read, cutting a humorous, intelligent swathe through thirty years of British television. No mean feat, but, tie us up and whip us with John Inman’s measuring tape if he hasn’t pulled it off. Oooooh!’ Maxim

‘Quite irresistible, perceptive and thought-provoking.’ Daily Telegraph

‘The “Fever Pitch” of telly.’ Scotland on Sunday

‘Like Linus’ blanket in Charlie Brown, like breast fixations among men in their fifties, television can become an embarrassing addiction.’ But for most of us, sitting in our living rooms looking for an excuse not to talk to each other of a Thursday night, a million million miles away from moon landings and Cold War tension and Third World famine, it is this addiction to a queer little flickering box in the corner that has shaped our lives since the late 1950s.