Mark, our eponymous and obnoxious hero, begins the sixth form, this being his last chance to impress and conquer.

Barry, the new boy, distracts him from his goal of school domination, he 'has the body of a god, the face of an angel and the name of a plasterer'. He finds himself unable to get Barry out of his mind and begins to wonder about maybe having developed an 'unnatural obsession'.

You may think that this sounds run of the mill, but, believe me, it isn't.

This is a fine book, literal, sometimes exquisitely funny (the opening chapter being one of the funniest that I have read in a long time), but it does seem to loose track of itself in the last third of the book before regaining it's direction for the correct ending for the character and the story.

You'll know what I mean when you read it.