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After Adrian Mole of course when you pick up a book by Sue Townsend you expect a masterpiece, unfortunately in picking up Number Ten, you get nowhere near this sort of quality. Basically the book just isn't funny. I'm not a fan of farce anyway but this one was really quite puerile and almost childish. "Oh what a wheeze, let's dress the Prime Minister as a woman and have him tottering on high heels." "Let's call the Home Secretary John Hay instead of Jack Straw, that'll be a giggle won't it." Sorry it just doesn't work. Also you have to question Townsend's motives for the book. Some might say, quite deservingly, Tony Blair (or Edward Clare as he's known in the book, guffaw guffaw!) needs taking down a peg or two, but the author doesn't supply any alternatives or suggests how things can be done differently. Surely if you're going to offer a criticism, even if you're trying to do it in comedy, you also offer the other side of the coin, something Townsend just doesn't deliver. The book does have one or two poignant moments which are quite nice, but these are so thin on the ground and the juvenile comedy laid on so thick that these are quite lost. Add together some of the clumsiest stereotypes ever and really all that was missing was a good old toilet gag. Not good.
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