Elvis McGonagall - Böcker

Viva Loch Lomond! collects the greatest hits of stand-up poet, comedian and broadcaster Elvis McGonagall in one volume for the first time. Witty, satirical but not afraid to be plain daft, Elvis McGonagall’s work takes aim at our septic isle of zero-hours contracts, food banks and cup-cakery. From Scottish independence to the “war on terror” via turbo-capitalist greed; from Blair and Bush to Dave and Boris via the death of Thatcher; from William Wallace’s taste for cheese to the Queen’s love of gangsta rap VIA BREXIT AND TRUMPERY, Elvis kicks against the injustices of austerity Britain but still finds time to wax lyrical about the joys of whisky, Greek islands and life in a godforsaken rural idyll. Viva Loch Lomond! lays bare the workings of his befuddled mind as he scribbled these poems from the dubious comfort of his revolting armchair at the Graceland Caravan Park.

“Elvis McGonagall is one of my favourite poets. His poems have wit, intelligence and imagination. He performs with honesty and integrity and makes me laugh, think and feel. After, but not until, you've bought all my books I thoroughly recommend his” (Henry Normal)Stand-up poet, comedian and walking shortbread tin Elvis McGonagall returns with Complete and Utter Cult!the follow-up to 2017’s “Viva Loch Lomond!”. This new collection of satirical verse captures Elvis’ ongoing futile exasperation at the dismal trajectory of our post-truth world as it trundles along the primrose path to Beelzebub’s bottomless pit. Fake news and COVID-19. Organic novichok and Piers Morgan. Yes, the good ship lollipop is sailing down the shitter. Climb aboard with Elvis as he bellows into the void of our diseased, burning planet and we all drift towards a giant melting iceberg.“Complete and Utter Cult!” tackles everything from the pernicious effects of the patriarchy to disappearing rainforests via Brexit milkshakes and a pandemic. Yes, all the feel-good hits are here, fully annotated with the innermost thoughts from the canyons of Elvis’ mind as he banged away on his typewriter at The Graceland Caravan Park. And there’s a love poem.