Steve Hartley – författare

Like many young boys, Danny dreams of making it into the record books. Eternally optimistic, he writes to Mr Bibby, Keeper of the Records, with hilarious accounts of his yucky endeavours.In this book Danny Baker will attempt to break the following records. Drumroll, please . . .Heaviest ball of snot! (DB attempt: 1.4 grams) Most nits on a single human head! (DB attempt: 109) Smelliest feet! (DB attempt: 205 children and 5 teachers rendered unconscious within 10 seconds)

Like many young boys, Danny dreams of making it into the record books. Eternally optimistic, he writes to Mr Bibby, Keeper of the Records, with hilarious accounts of his yucky endeavours.In this book, Danny is going on holiday! He will attempt to break the following records. Drumroll, please. . .Sickbags filled in a single flight! (DB attempt: 13) Wriggliest bath! (DB attempt: 9,183 worms) Freckliest face! (DB attempt: 1,246 freckles - before sabotage by Mum and the Factor 5,000,000 suncream)

Like many young boys, Danny dreams of making it into the record books. Eternally optimistic, he writes to Mr Bibby, Keeper of the Records, with hilarious accounts of his chaotic endeavours.In this book, Danny will attempt to break the following records. Drumroll, please . .Biggest scale model made of earwax!Deadliest rollercoaster ride! Filthiest furballs! Barmiest birthday party!

Like many young boys, Danny dreams of making it into the record books. Eternally optimistic, he writes to Mr Bibby, Keeper of the Records, with hilarious accounts of his yucky endeavours.In this book, Danny will attempt to break the following records. Drumroll, please . . .Most armpit-farted verses of 'Old MacDonald had a Farm'!Vilest verrucas! Biggest jelly-fight! Crinkliest wrinkles!

In late eighteenth-century Yorkshire a powerful gang of counterfeiters held the local community in its spell. In a remote valley near Halifax called Cragg Vale, gold coins of the realm were clipped and filed, then returned to circulation, while the extra metal collected was melted down to produce new counterfeit currency. The crime was punishable by death, and violence and vengeance, even murder, was meted out against those who got in their way. The Cragg Vale Coiners were highly organised, enlisting the help of many in the local community, and local authorities were powerless to stop them. The threat posed by the gang was debated in Parliament and the government had to do something to prevent the Exchequer being defrauded of millions of pounds and the nation’s currency being debased, so it was forced to despatch high-ranking officials of the Royal Mint in an attempt to bring the gang to justice and the ringleaders to the gibbet. The ensuing hunt for the gang members was bitter and the story of the outcome has become the stuff of legends.Steve Hartley has been researching the true story of the Cragg Vale Coiners for many years. His interest in the story was sparked by the knowledge that he is a direct descendant of the gang leader ‘King David’ Hartley. In this book he presents the facts of the sensational reign of the Cragg Vale gang in a corner of Yorkshire that has fascinated people through the centuries since, inspiring folk songs, novels, plays and poetry as well as plans for a TV series and documentary, some of which Steve has assisted with his unparalleled knowledge of the true story of the Yorkshire Coiners.

Danny Baker is off on a school camping trip. All that nature gives him an idea - and soon he has his pants out and is rounding up the ants for his craziest record attempt yet. In the second story, the plummeting temperature inspires Danny to cultivate the longest nose-icicle ever - brrr!

Like many young boys, Danny dreams of making it into the record books. Eternally optimistic, he writes to Mr Bibby, Keeper of the Records, with hilarious accounts of his chaotic endeavours.In this book, Danny will attempt to break the following records. Drumroll, please . . .Windiest baby! Biggest underpant-hat! Most infectious yawn! Tallest pizza tower!

A bumper bind-up of the first two hilarious DANNY BAKER stories (THE WORLD'S BIGGEST BOGEY and THE WORLD'S AWESOMEST AIR-BARF) – plus a sensational new story – THE SILLY OLYMPICS! (100% Unofficial!). Cheer Danny and his friends on as they bravely attempt to break the World Record for Jelly Belly Flopping, Custard Pie Flinging and Picking Up Baked Beans While Wearing Boxing Gloves! The competition is tough, but Danny is determined to hop, skip and boing his way to a gold medal (and a new World Record!).

Hi! I'm Oliver Tibbs (some people call me 'Oliver Fibbs') and sometimes my life gets a little DAB - Dull And Boring. So from time to time I 'get creative' with the truth at Show and Tell. But this time something exciting REALLY HAS happened! Dad has been bitten by a strange tropical insect, and struck down with Wenghi Benghi Fever. It's highly likely the bugs will get me too - and I'll break out in green spots, orange boils, a red rash and probably turn into a bloodsucking zombie killer - like Agent Q in my favourite comic!

Hi! I'm Oliver Tibbs (some people call me 'Oliver Fibbs') and everyone in my family is super-brilliant at something - chess, ballet, brain surgery and architecture - but I'm not brilliant at anything. Show and Tell (or as I call it: Pain and Torture Time) is my worst nightmare . . . I haven't got a black belt at karate or made a mega-powerful electro-magnet. All I'm good at is reading comics and eating pizza. But I'm fed up with being Dull and Boring, so I've been telling the class about my adventures as a Defender of Planet Earth - battling against the evil Alien Brain Drain who wants to take over the world! Everyone loved it except Miss Wilkins, who gave me a detention for telling fibs. Now my parents think I'm Going Bad. I keep telling them - THEY'RE NOT FIBS, THEY'RE STORIES!

Hi! I’m Oliver Tibbs (some people call me 'Oliver Fibbs') and sometimes my life gets a little DAB - Dull And Boring. So from time to time I 'get creative' with the truth at Show and Tell. Although I honestly am a Defender of Planet Earth, just like Agent Q in my favourite comics, and right now my uncle, the world-famous explorer, Sir Randolph, is lost in the Antarctic and it’s up to me to find him. Plus a new ice age is about to freeze the Earth unless I find a way to stop it – there are evil snow beasts on the loose and – OK, maybe I’m exaggerating . . .But as I keep telling everyone, THEY’RE NOT FIBS, THEY’RE STORIES!