This little gem rattles along in the opposite direction to political correctness with a kind of malevolent glee. Grubby the Eighth Dwarf revels in bad taste, but shining amongst the excess is an exhilarating celebration of the triumph of the individual's need to live their own life their own way. They might be lying in the gutter, but they're looking at the stars. The vivid characters in this book aren't trying to change the world, they're just trying to survive in it. If there's a message it seems to be that one size does not fit all. This is a tall story about a short person. The Patriotic Party has taken power in Bullshit Castle and permaglue squads roam the streets hunting dwarves. Grubby and the other dwarves are on the run. They don't want to be turned into garden ornaments. Grubby is short, sharp and shameless. He's the scourge of the politically correct and a staunch defender of bad taste. Shouldn't be allowed really.