You Are Awful (But I Like You); Travels Through Unloved Britain, Tim Moore

"Would you cheer if they sent you to Coventry? Could you stick up for Stoke or big-up Bracknell?Can you handle the thrill of Rhyl, the heaven of Hull or the mirth of Tydfil?

In You are Awful, Tim Moore drives his Austin Maestro round all the places on our beloved island that nobody wants to go to - our most miserable towns, shonkiest hotels, scariest pubs, and silliest sea zoos...

But as the soggy, decrepit quest unfolds he finds himself oddly smitten, and the result is a rousing, nostalgic celebration of mad, bad But I Like You Britain."

A sort of 'Playing the Moldovans at Tennis' of Britain, this is a poor-mans version of Bill Bryson's 'Notes From A Small Island'; written as comedy rather than actual travelogue and playing up that uniquely British thing of being all too passionate about something really, really shit.

Basically, this is these book reviews, in the Wonder Twin's style form of a book about Britain.

Comedy books tend to be hit or miss, and comedy travel guides are dime a dozen. I read it. I can't remember much of it. I learnt one or two interesting things, but, really, crappy towns are much the same. One bad hotel, or city centre, or museum isn't that dissimilar to another, and it's hard to sustain jokes or come up with new ones when you've only got one target.

The bit about Hull is excellent though.

Not awful, I liked it, but there's better out there.

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A Walk in the Woods, Bill Bryson

"The longest continuous footpath in the world, the Appalachian Trail stretches along the East Coast of the United States, from Georgia to Maine, through some of the most arresting and celebrated landscapes in America.

At the age of forty-four, in the company of his friend Stephen Katz (last seen in the bestselling Neither Here nor There), Bill Bryson set off to hike through the vast tangled woods which have been frightening sensible people for three hundred years. Ahead lay almost 2,200 miles of remote mountain wilderness filled with bears, moose, bobcats, rattlesnakes, poisonous plants, disease-bearing tics, the occasional chuckling murderer and - perhaps most alarming of all - people whose favourite pastime is discussing the relative merits of the external-frame backpack.

Facing savage weather, merciless insects, unreliable maps and a fickle companion whose profoundest wish was to go to a motel and watch The X-Files, Bryson gamely struggled through the wilderness to achieve a lifetime's ambition - not to die outdoors."

Before ‘An Idiot Abroad’ ever cemented a vision of English travelling that revolved around an uncomprehending blankness about the achievements and successes of other nations, or a distaste for travelling to places of wonder and awe, Bryson was ALSO moodily assessing the state of the world. Far from the current, tiresomely modern exercise in banality that marks out the works of the ‘Is it just me or is everything shit? Brigade’, Bryson deconstructs the places and people around him, drawing meaning and insight from small towns, the food and the arch-locations he journeys through.

His strength as a travel writer is often the incidental way he writes about travel; part historian and part comedian, his musings frequently resemble nothing less than streams of information – facts, figures and analysis are consumed and reassembled in pithy summations, that impart far more than any travelogue or journey plan alone ever could. Bryson at times resembles nothing less than a polymath; the range of research that went into a book such as A Walk in the Woods is intense, but his down-to-earth writing style, aversion to floridity and general good humour often convinces that these are not just post-journey findings, but simply off the cuff recitals of things he knows.

Bryson is my favourite travel companion, and A Walk in the Woods is more than just my favourite book about travelling. Its evocation of a way of life divorced from the wider world, of men and women who mark time by the miles they’ve walked, and who are consumed by their passion, as well as for the world outside and how much we’ve lost of our place in nature is powerful and compelling. Like all the great writers, filmmakers and artists whose work is touched by a love of ‘The Green’ (to borrow an idea from Swamp Thing) reading his books makes you want to scale a mountain, or explore a forest, to lie in the grasp and allow time to pass by.

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