Douglas Hayes: My Father In His Dizzerbell - Estado Regular

He swore like a Covent Garden porterclaimed he'd shot a polar bear in indy dearly loved a lord, and money, and a good-looking parlour maid - he kept two spare glass eyes in black imitation leather cases - was somewhat dandy in his dress - yet in times of low fortune, he would let himself go unshaven and seedy, in his dizzerbell, and when he was in his dizzerbell he was at home to nobody...

My Father In His Dizzerbell a delightfully funny, sunny, randy story about a family in deshabillie, its fluctuating fortunes, and its flamboyant, flirtatious father.
Highly comical, tough, almost perfectly written.