This is british undercover survival humour at its best. its a small story about a physicaly quite a big man, that has a son whos a drug addict, that has a daddy well tucked into the alzheimer tal, who drives around in a tiny littlest of little nissan micra without electrical side windows, and lives in an appartement that he doesnt own ,lend to him by the landlord due to the abandonment of the tenant that is a drug courier. he has a really practical job making stickers and logos on t-shirts ,pens and cups etc, and do have a nice living, until the day we enter and he gets sacked from his job, and at the same time his father is thrown out of the care center,for flirting and mollesting the ladies staff.
so if this doesnt sound funny you must be ill or totally antibritish or brattish . if you then add a juicy and freestyled language and expresions, then youre sold. its the trivial kick in the buttock, chin up and use the rebreather if chocked sense of humour all the way through. then add some fresh british folk music to the plot then youre dead in it.
