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'Twenty Something' introduces us to Jack Lancaster, who, at only 25 is far too young to be having a mid-life crisis, but who's going to have a pretty good shot at it anyway.

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Telegraph letter writers, that most astute body of political commentators, are probably not alone in thinking that politics has taken some strange turns in recent years. The first coalition government since 1945 has led the country from the subprime to the ridiculous, lumbering from Leveson to Libya, riots to referendums, pasty-gate to pleb-gate, Brooks to Bercow, the Bullingdon Club to the Big Society.Five years is a long time in politics. Fortunately for us, it has also been a most fertile period for the Telegraph's legion of witty and erudite letter writers, who have their own therapeutic way of dealing with the pain. An institution in their own right, theirs is a welcome voice of sanity in a world in which the lunatics appear finally to have taken over the asylum.

Now that Boris Johnson has left Downing Street to spend more time with his families, you can celebrate/lament his departure with this multiple-choice adventure where you take back control. Packed with 350 million* endings, this is the perfect stocking filler this Christmas.(* - this figure may be misleading).Yes, you are Boris Johnson, about to embark on a quest to fulfil your childhood ambition to be World King, a position so important that you will have to invent it first.It's not going to be easy.You will be entranced by a monster called Trump, bewitched by a sorceress called Carrie, captivated by your backbench Orcs - and royally shafted by a little hobgoblin called Michael Gove.Not everyone wants you to be World King.So watch out for those false turns which see you begging Prince Harry for a job, rotting in a Dubai jail, recruited by the KGB, wandering round Kabul trying to find 150 dogs to rescue, starting WWIII or mistaking wine, cheese, vomit and karaoke for a work event.And try instead to use your magical powers to become the Emperor of this land; the star of the hit musical "Boris on Broadway"; or even the PM who leads Britain back into the EU in 2024.Yes, you are The Neverending Tory.And this is your story.Kids of all ages love The Neverending Tory:"I read the endings where he doesn't become Prime Minister again and again"T. May, age 65, Maidenhead"I have never been Prime Minister, but this book gave me the chance to see what it might be like"J. Corbyn, age 73, The Allotment, North London

The essential humour gift book of the year returns in the anticipated fourth volume of this bestselling series – guaranteed to provoke laughter and amazement.The first volume of unpublished letters to the Daily Telegraph, Am I Alone in Thinking… ?, not only became a Christmas bestseller but also established the paper’ s letter-writers as a uniquely waggish, eccentric and maverick institution. They can be relied upon,particularly in the letters slightly too pungent or off-the wall to print, to offer a new and memorable take on the great events of the day.Now, with the fourth book in the series, Iain Hollingshead collects together our favourite letterwriters on everything from this summer’ s Olympics to the Queen’ s Diamond Jubilee, as well as the rather more obscure concerns voiced by ‘ M’ , the habitual correspondent who believes himself to be the head of MI5 but writes from an internet café in Bristol. Trenchant, choleric and hilariously funny, this will once again be the humour book of the year.

THE HILARIOUS ANNUAL COLLECTION OF READERS’ LETTERS THAT WERE JUST TOO LEFT-FIELD, OUTRAGEOUS OR WITTY TO MAKE THE PAGES OF THE TELEGRAPH.‘ SIR – Two days of news about the Duchess of Cambridge, and you haven’ t yet told us about her hospital gown. Who designed it? How much did it cost? And has she worn it before?’ ‘ SIR – Sede vacante has not always been connected with the death of a pope. When I was growing up in the 1970s we would use the expression at home to denote that the bathroom was free.’ ‘ SIR – Being a devoted husband, as well as a staunch and active member of the  Conservative Party, I’ d be grateful to learn what further changes it will adopt, especially in regard to monogamy. My wife could do with a bit more help around the house.’ ‘ SIR – Am I alone in wishing for an episode of the BBC’ s Countryfile in which a presenter’ s offer to “ lend a hand” is turned down?’ ‘ SIR – I see in your Cyprus Bailout Live blog, at 13:55, a reference to the “ Finish [sic] Europe Minister” . Thank goodness it is all over.’ A letters page may seem antiquated in an era of texting and tweets, yet the Telegraph’ s letters writers – often bemused, sometimes furious, always erudite – are a breed apart. ‘ Writing to the Telegraph lets off steam,’ confesses one regular correspondent – and thank goodness for the rest of us that it does. Now that anyone can publish their opinions online, the Telegraph letters page remains a rare bastion of well-written, carefully edited wit on the topics of the day.In this fifth volume of wise, waggish and downright outrageous letters for which there wasn’ t enough space – or editorial stomach – in the paper, we offer another hilariously alternative review of the year.With an agenda as enticing as ever, ranging from Chris Huhne’ s speeding points to a royal baby, a new Pope to Andy Murray, it will prove, once again, that the Telegraph’ s letters writers have an astute sense of what really matters.

Readers of the Telegraph Letters Page will be fondly aware of the eclectic combination of learned wisdom, wistful nostalgia and robust good sense that characterise its correspondence.But what of the 95 per cent of the paper’ s huge postbag  that never sees the light of day? Some of the best letters inevitably arrive too late for the 24/7 news cycle, or don’ t quite fit with the rest of the day’ s selection. Others are just a little too whimsical, or indeed too risqué , to publish in a serious newspaper. And more than a few are completely and utterly (and wonderfully) mad.    Thankfully  Iain Hollingshead is on-hand to give the authors of  the best unpublished letters the  stage they so richly  deserve. Baffled, furious, defiant, mischievous, they inveigh and speculate on every subject under the sun, from the rubbish on television these days to the venality of our MPs.The sixth book in the bestselling Unpublished Letters series, with an agenda as enticing as ever,  What Will They Think of Next...?  will prove, once again, that the Telegraph’ s  readers have an astute sense of what really matters.

The seventh book in the best-selling series of Unpublished Letters, this is a year in review made up of the wry and astute observations of the unpublished Telegraph letter writers. In a year in which even the most seasoned commentators have struggled to keep pace with the news cycle, letter writers to The Daily Telegraph have once again provided their refreshing take on events. Readers of the Telegraph Letters Page will be fondly aware of the eclectic combination of learned wisdom, wistful nostalgia and robust good sense that characterise its correspondence. But what of the 95% of the paper’s huge postbag that never sees the light of day?Some of the best letters inevitably arrive too late for the 24/7 news cycle, or don’t quite fit with the rest of the day’s selection. Others are just a little too whimsical, or indeed too risque, to publish in a serious newspaper. And more than a few are completely and utterly (and wonderfully) mad.Thankfully Iain Hollingshead is on-hand to give the authors of the best unpublished letters the stage they so richly deserve. Baffled, furious, defiant, mischievous, they inveigh and speculate on every subject under the sun, from the rubbish on television these days to the venality of our MPs.With an agenda as enticing as ever the seventh book in the bestselling Unpublished Letters series will prove, once again, that the Telegraph’s readers have an astute sense of what really matters.

Follow up in the best-selling series of Unpublished Letters, this is another hilarious annual review made up of the wry and astute observations of the unpublished Telegraph letter writers. Readers of the Telegraph Letters Page will be fondly aware of the eclectic combination of learned wisdom, wistful nostalgia and robust good sense that characterise its correspondence. In a year in which even the most seasoned commentators hav struggled to keep pace with the news cycle, letter writers to The Daily Telegraph have once again provided their own refreshing take on events – whether comparing freedom of movement in the EU to a traffic jam in Waitrose car park or renouncing the Archers in favour of the more gripping Westminster soap opera.From politics to Poldark, Rhodes to Rooney, Trump to  Top Gear, Cameron to Corbyn, no one escapes their hilariously whimsical musings. Baffled, furious, defiant, mischievous, the readers inveigh and speculate on every subject under the sun, proving, once again, that the Telegraph’s letter writers have an astute sense of what really matters.

SIR – Our dog Ben has savaged all electioneering material pushed through our letterbox, with the exception of any communication from the Conservative Party. My son even tried reposting the same flyer, but still no mauling from Ben. Are we to conclude that our dog swings to the right?  SIR – As a regular visitor to the UK, I have been fascinated by the spate of letters regarding the television viewing of assorted pets. They have reinforced my view that the British are quite, quite mad.Long may it be so.  SIR – Following the recent results of the English cricket team in the World Cup, may I suggest a duck as the national bird for England?   The venerable letterbox of TheDaily Telegraph is host to a menagerie of musings from a wealth of animal owners and observers on a topic very close to their hearts. From the farmstead to the front room, big and small, feathered and furry can be found amidst the pages of this collection including correspondence from dogs, notes about peacocks, admonitions on horse owners and scapegoats for cats. With the great and the good of the furry and feathered featured, this is the Telegraph letter-writer's pet subject.Whether you live with a labradoodle, spend your weekends twitching or simply watching the tortoises go by, here is the best assortment of animals as gathered by the readers of TheTelegraph.

New in the best-selling series of Unpublished Letters, this is a year in review made up of the wry and astute observations of the unpublished Telegraph letter writers.In a year in which even the most seasoned commentators have struggled to keep pace with the news cycle, letter writers to The Daily Telegraph have once again provided their refreshing take on events. Readers of the Telegraph Letters Page will be fondly aware of the eclectic combination of learned wisdom, wistful nostalgia and robust good sense that characterise its correspondence.But what of the 95% of the paper’s huge postbag that never sees the light of day? Some of the best letters inevitably arrive too late for the 24/7 news cycle, or don’t quite fit with the rest of the day’s selection. Others are just a little too whimsical, or indeed too risque, to publish in a serious newspaper. And more than a few are completely and utterly (and wonderfully) mad. Thankfully Iain Hollingshead is on-hand to give the authors of the best unpublished letters the stage they so richly deserve. Baffled, furious, defiant, mischievous, they inveigh and speculate on every subject under the sun, from the rubbish on television these days to the venality of our MPs.With an agenda as enticing as ever the ninth book in the bestselling Unpublished Letters series will prove, once again, that the Telegraph’s readers have an astute sense of what really matters.

TENTH ANNIVERSARY EDITIONNow in its tenth year, this anniversary edition of the best-selling series is a review of the year made up of the wry and astute observations of the unpublished Telegraph letter writers.In a year in which even the most seasoned commentators have struggled to keep pace with the news cycle, letter writers to The Daily Telegraph have once again provided their refreshing take on events. Readers of the Telegraph Letters Page will be fondly aware of the eclectic combination of learned wisdom, wistful nostalgia and robust good sense that characterise its correspondence.But what of the 95% of the paper’s huge postbag that never sees the light of day? Some of the best letters inevitably arrive too late for the 24/7 news cycle, or don’t quite fit with the rest of the day’s selection. Others are just a little too whimsical, or indeed too risqué, to publish in a serious newspaper. And more than a few are completely and utterly (and wonderfully) mad. Thankfully Iain Hollingshead is on-hand to give the authors of the best unpublished letters the stage they so richly deserve. Baffled, furious, defiant, mischievous, they inveigh and speculate on every subject under the sun, from the rubbish on television these days to the venality of our MPs.With an agenda as enticing as ever the tenth book in the bestselling Unpublished Letters series will prove, once again, that the Telegraph’s readers have an astute sense of what really matters.

Now that Boris Johnson has left Downing Street to spend more time with his families, you can celebrate/lament his departure with this multiple-choice adventure where you take back control. Packed with 350 million* endings, this is the perfect stocking filler this Christmas.(* - this figure may be misleading).Yes, you are Boris Johnson, about to embark on a quest to fulfil your childhood ambition to be World King, a position so important that you will have to invent it first.It's not going to be easy.You will be entranced by a monster called Trump, bewitched by a sorceress called Carrie, captivated by your backbench Orcs - and royally shafted by a little hobgoblin called Michael Gove.Not everyone wants you to be World King.So watch out for those false turns which see you begging Prince Harry for a job, rotting in a Dubai jail, recruited by the KGB, wandering round Kabul trying to find 150 dogs to rescue, starting WWIII or mistaking wine, cheese, vomit and karaoke for a work event.And try instead to use your magical powers to become the Emperor of this land; the star of the hit musical "Boris on Broadway"; or even the PM who leads Britain back into the EU in 2024.Yes, you are The Neverending Tory.And this is your story.Kids of all ages love The Neverending Tory:"I read the endings where he doesn't become Prime Minister again and again"T. May, age 65, Maidenhead"I have never been Prime Minister, but this book gave me the chance to see what it might be like"J. Corbyn, age 73, The Allotment, North London

Readers of the ‘ brilliant Telegraph Letters page’ , as Ian Hislop recently lauded it, will be fondly aware of the eclectic combination of learned wisdom, wistful nostalgia and robust good sense that characterise its correspondence. But what of the 95 per cent of the paper’ s huge postbag which never sees the light of day? Some of the best letters inevitably arrive too late for the 24/7 news cycle, or don’ t quite fit with the rest of the day’ s selection. Others are just a little too whimsical, or indeed too risqué , to publish in a serious newspaper. And more than a few are completely and utterly (and wonderfully) mad, such as the missives you’ ll find within these pages from someone who signs himself merely as “ M” , and believes himself to be the head of MI6. Now, the Telegraph gives the authors of these unpublished letters the stage at last. Baffled, furious, defiant, mischievous, they inveigh and speculate on every subject under the sun, from the rubbish on television these days to the venality of our MPs, from Kate Winslet’ s dé colletage to this country’ s unhealthy obsession with marmalade. All those Telegraph readers who wondered if anyone else had noticed that the lunatics had finally taken over the asylum and sat down to write to their favourite newspaper to test the waters – they need howl into the void no longer. They are not alone.

What else will the Telegraph’ s indefatigable, outraged, and above all very funny letter-writers fail to get the Letters Page to take seriously in 2010 – with the result that we have to collect their memorable missives in another book? Already there are enough fulminations on Chris Evans replacing Terry Wogan to fill an entire chapter. Gordon Brown’ s temper? Bankers’ bonuses? E-books? The state of Ashley and Cheryl Cole’ s marriage?One thing is for sure: the result will be the only review of the year you really need, a book to make Victor Meldrew look as pure as driven snow, and a handsome little volume to sell once again in its tens of thousands.

The third book in the bestselling and hilarious series of ‘ Am I Alone . . . ?’ booksFrom bin Laden to Pippa Middleton’ s bottom, and from riots to Rebekah Wade, Telegraph readers offer their maverick and hilarious take on the year’ s events, in the letters the paper didn’ t publish, because they were just too off-the-wall, too outrageous, or too waggish for an august Letters page. The first two volumes of unpublished letters to the Daily Telegraph, Am I Alone in Thinking? and I Could Go On . . . have both been Christmas bestsellers, and sold well in excess of 100,000 copies. Once again, it will be an essential Christmas present to give or to receive. SIR - A question for your male readers: which would you rather be invited to – the Royal wedding, or one of Silvio Berlusconi’ s bunga bunga parties?SIR - All these years I have lived under the impression that Middleton Bottom was a rural west-country village.SIR - It is a pity Osama bin Laden was not taken alive. He could have been sentenced to go through airport security for the rest of his life.SIR - May I suggest that if the police are to use water cannon to disperse rioting students, they include some soap in the tank? SIR - Is a super-injunction the morning-after pill for celebrities?