Meet Steven Tully. You can call him Steve. Or 'geez', if you prefer. With his hopes of finding employment fading as fast as his Bangkok sun-tan, Steve is forced to resort to desperate measures as the pressure to join the flock of over-educated under-achievers mounts. Yet what begins as a bus journey to the Job Centre trying to hide his man boobs soon becomes a journey of hilarious self-discovery. Part-autobiography, part flight of fancy, 'They Say You Can't Judge Me' suggests Steve is the love child of Adrian Mole and Bridget Jones, raised by Plato and Jim Bowen (off of Bullseye). Thought...

Dirty Egyptians are c*nts to work with at the best of times, but when you're only getting 1.87 for the privilege then things are less than ideal - especially when you're 17, 5ft 1, and look like Freddie Kruger on a bad hair day. Yet redemption can be found in the most unlikely of places - Hell, Cairo, even Budgens. Work Like an Egyptian is a love story that would bring a tear to a glass eye - you'd have to be a blind fool to ignore it."