So at around 2am this morning I got to the end of Barney Thomson number 3 and do you know what that stinky wee devil Lindsay made me do? Yep, there I was desperately scrolling through my kindle to get to Barney Thomson number 4. You know, I've got a lot of other books that I've promised some very nice and well-deserving writers that I'll read and review, there's one about a goat and a couple of cowboys standing at the end of my bed sighing and tapping their toes at me. But no, there I was delving further into the mad world of Barney Thomson, unable to put number 4 down until I was satisfied that... Ah, well - I'm not telling you that, you'll just have to read it for yourself to find out what made me so desperate as I snuggled up in a sleeping bag at the back of my cave.
I was delighted to see the return of Proudfoot in this crazy tale. She's the kind of woman that I like, bored, screwed up and reading trashy novels. Poor wee soul got such a hard time of it up in that monastery with the mad monks, no wonder the polis have put her on lighter duties!
And what about our hero? Wee Barney, the man in the street, the wee chap you see down the co-op buying a single scotch pie? He's in the book too. Just as well I suppose but oh dear, nobody wants to know the wee soul. So many other loonies are turning up at police stations up and down the country claiming to be Barney Thomson that when he visits his local cop shop they send him away with a veritable flee in his ear. Sad wee chap.
There's nothing for it so he goes back to the only thing he knows, cutting hair.
After that there's quite a lot of stuff about murders and serial killers, Lindsay has to put that in because he has a certain quota of dead bodies stipulated in his contract. I think he must get paid pro rata.
There's also quite a few chapters that are pretty much digressions where Lindsay lets rip on all manner of stuff; Elvis features quite heavily in this book.
And if you want sex, yes, there's sex too but I'll warn you, it's Scottish sex so maybe not what you're used to if you're reading this in L.A.
Don't read number 3 if you haven't read 1 & 2 but read them all you must. Crazy, irreverent, nutty, violent, bloody and incredibly well written. How annoying is that? A writer who's so good he makes it look easy...sheesh!