Les Norton, for American readers, is like someone out of a Carl Hiassen book, Australian-style. There's a fistfight or a sex scene on every third page, and in between this big ocker (think Paul Hogan times eleven) is flexing his muscles in front of the mirror, drinking cases of beer and bottles of wine a night, or working off the hangover by running miles and doing hundreds of pushups. He's a cartoon, and a funny one. However: the casual racism in this book, including numerous n-words, and endless jokes about poofs and what they might take up the ring (backside), is EXTREMELY TIRESOME. And the plot is too ridiculous for words: meatheads fistfighting in front of nightclubs is one thing, but Muslim terrorists, crates of super-weapons "that even our blokes don't have", and (yes, really) a shoulder-fired "low-level" nuclear weapon exploding in the sky over the outback? Gimme a break. The unreality, and the completely unnecessary racist BS, make this book, and most of Barrett's efforts, a real turnoff. Fun if you're white and have a low standard for fun, I guess. I really wanted this to be better.