A.F. Harrold's comic genius is very much to the fore in his latest collection of poetry as he utilises his considerable poetic dexterity to beguile, charm, dazzle and amuse. Harrold details his extensive collection of literary memorabilia, muses on life, love and the absurdity of cardboard boxes, and warns of the dangers of precariously balanced pianos. Hilarious though it is, do not underestimate the calibre of the poetic talent that rather cleverly delivers that laughter.

Fizzlebert Stump's second adventure. The bearded Barboozul family are the new stars of Fizz's circus. Their act is full of magic, mystery, fear and fun. And it's nice to have another boy around, even if he is a bit...hairy round the chin. But then things start going wrong. The lion loses his dentures. The clowns lose their noses. The Ringmaster loses his temper. And the circus is about to lose its licence. Is the bearded boy to blame? Can Fizz save the day?

'There are many boys in the world, all slightly different from one another, and most of them are referred to by names. These are often John or Jack or Desmond, but sometimes they are James or Philip or Simon. Once, and once only, there was a boy whose name was Fizzlebert.' Fizzlebert Stump lives in a travelling circus. But although he gets to hang around with acrobats, play the fool with clowns, and put his head in a lion's mouth every night, he's the only kid there - and he's bored. But then Fizz decides to join a library, and life suddenly gets a lot more exciting, when a simple library...