If you've ever had the pleasure of milling about Covent Garden soaking in some of the infamous street performances and cheery consumerism, you may well have come across Bob. He resides in an unusually busy alleyway, lording over the shoppers on a small decorative cushion. Bob seems a nice enough fellow, if a little full of himself, performing the most basic of tasks such as paw high fives, then expectantly scanning the crowd for some kind of applause. Nevertheless Bob has managed a fairly good effort with his book. Despite his obvious delusions and lack of understanding of humanity (To say he isn't well traveled is an understatement, in fact I have a sneaking suspicion he's never left the city, but I doubt he'd admit to that). All I can say is this is a thoroughly enjoyable read, just so long as you don't take the book as seriously as Bob takes himself.