I don't know what possessed anyone to publish this book. Maybe once upon a time, Shrigley was "edgy" and "hilarious", but in this book, he appears to have the artistic talent of a mediocre second grader paired with the deep insight of a self-involved Alzheimer's-raddled drunk.
A typical page of the book contains the thought "Humpty Dumpty/ sat on a wall/ Humpty Dumpty/ had a great fall/Humpty Dumpty/ had a seizure/ and swallowed his tongue" accompanied by a crude sketch of an dead egg. Another page has a poorly executed drawing of an outstretched pair of arms holding up an (explicitly!) male cat.
Completely pointless.
A typical page of the book contains the thought "Humpty Dumpty/ sat on a wall/ Humpty Dumpty/ had a great fall/Humpty Dumpty/ had a seizure/ and swallowed his tongue" accompanied by a crude sketch of an dead egg. Another page has a poorly executed drawing of an outstretched pair of arms holding up an (explicitly!) male cat.
Completely pointless.
