Oh, Horace Rumpole. I used to think he was a bit of a joke. But that joke was on me. And on anyone else who does not recognise his genius. He is, quite simply, a fictional creation quite the equal of Wooster, Wimsey and Poirot; almost the equal of Holmes.
I only started watching the TV episodes a couple of years ago and was given the complete series last Christmas so I had a lot of catching up to do. Now I am going to read all the books, beginning with this one (as it was the first one I came across this week).
The Anti-Social Behaviour of Horace Rumpole is one of the later literary outings of the Great Barrister but is full of the usual idiosyncrasies which I have come to love over the past year or so.
In it, Rumpole must solve the mystery of the dead prostitute; represent the newest of The Timsons on his receipt of an ASBO and fight Soapy Sam Ballard for the right to drink and smoke in his own room in Chambers.