As the title suggests, it’s about Basil Boothroyd’s (mis) adventures as a public speaker. In an anecdote I found particularly amusing, he demands to know from the receptionist at the National Book League why they haven’t accommodated his event. It turns out that he was supposed to be at the premises of the English Speaking Union instead. His talk mentioned his book for sale after his talk, but of course the books had been delivered to the NBL by mistake, where they are probably still languishing to this day.
I haven’t finished reading the book yet, but I am enjoying it immensely.