Page 45 Review by Stephen
ARRGH! This is so undignified!
Exuberant, ebullient and stoopid to boot, this has stampeded to the top of my Babel of books to be recommended to all young and impressionable minds, for it is they who understand so keenly that dinosaur dung is the very height of sophisticated comedy. Especially when plopped on your head from a megasaur arse.*
Gary Northfield is the demented jester behind the PHOENIX COMICs Garys Garden as well as The Beanos DEREK THE SHEEP. Truly does this man comprehend the subtle humour of dramatic irony, the Chaucerian slieght-of-hand and refined Greek rhetoric. He just ignores them completely in favour of ridiculous buffoonery which is what the kids want!
So meet buck-toothed Reggie, the moron Pteradon who is as lovely as lovely can be; Natasha the smasher, a fearless Triceratops who will not be bossed by the boys; Stegosaur Ronnie, forever chasing dreams
and Natasha; delinquent Dave, the gangs only member with thumbs (mentally non-opposable); and finally Thomas. Thomas is one of those herbivorous giants with long wriggly necks who we all know were blue, except that Thomas isnt really that gigantic yet, unlike his big brother Colin who will get roped into all sorts of nonsense like snorting the prehistoric posse off to the moon (fruity, fizzy tastes like Haribo Tangfastics** but you knew that already, right?).
Together they galumph about their prehistoric domain in increasingly far-fetched escapades, lolloping wildly like a bunch of loopy, slack-jawed Red Setters. The cartooning is exquisite. I live for the panels in which someones nose gets bitten and the characters eyes pop out of their heads, for Gary is the absolute king of wide-eyed, off-the-scale shrieking/agony/outrage. Also, the colouring is delicious and when you get to the undersea episode you are truly in for a treat and for a startling surprise.
In addition, one adventure turns into a diabolical board game while another gives you not one, two, but three opportunities to help our dino-delinquents rescue Natashas new necklace in double-page spreads reminiscent of Jamie Smarts FIND CHAFFY or Thomas Flinthams SUPER-FANTASTIC PUZZLES. Finally, Journey to The Centre Of My Brother breaks off for a cross-section of Colins intestines which has been rigorously researched from the very latest palaeontology evidence, so that you know this is educationally sound.
Caveat: youngsters and adults alike, please refrain from shaking this book before reading. Its so effervescent you may find yourself covered in dinosaur snot. Theres an awful lot of it inside, as our Cretaceous children will so stickily discover when they discover the true origin of the word bogeyman.
* Please apply ointment.
** Product placement! Send a big box to Page 45, 9 Market Street, Nottingham NG1 6HY. For the attention of Stephen, please, NOT Dominique. Leave an open packet of Tangfastics anywhere near Dominique and its like being visited by Doctor Whos Nashta Verada. That woman is voracious.