You have only to eat a coronation chicken sandwich to taste the glory that
was British India. But what about the political (and culinary) disasters that were
Lithuanian Tobago, Belgian Hawaii, the Danish Virgin Islands and Scottish Panama?
Liam Mullone embarks on a politically-incorrect journey of exploration around the
failed empires of yore. Youll discover why the lakes of Canada have rubbish names,
how you can destroy France by making friends with someone in Maripasoula, and why all
girls are terrible at playing Risk.
Somewhere in the shaded Venn diagram overlap between Eddie
Izzard and Dylan Moran lies the careworn, haphazard comedy of Liam Mullone.
He tackles topics off the usual comedy palette with intelligence and
a flick of surrealism. Rather than simply accepting the default comic impression that life
is shit, he gives the impression hes thoroughly researched the idea both in
academic theory and through the unforgiving practice of having lived a bit before
coming to the same, cynical conclusion.
As a former journalist and obituary-writer, he uses language
elegantly, making complex ideas accessible yet funny; while his amiably shambolic style,
redolent of a befuddled but bright don, is similarly disarming. Rarely does someone who
seems so confused prove so incisive. - Chortle
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