Oh, sorry – you wanted to know if it was any good? Well… depends what you expect. Personally, I was expecting a well-delivered reminder of Adams’ incomparable turns-of-phrase and leaps of fancy. Flolopping matresses, the man who hates Sunday afternoons so much he’s resolved to insult every individual in the universe in alphabetical order, time-travelling Chesterfield sofas. That sort of thing. That’s what I got, and I’m happy.