«Shrigley's comedy appears to confirm the belief of great humourists (from Laurence Sterne to Woody Allen) that laughter is synonymous with hope. In the arena of contemporary art, Shrigley's work maintains a dualism, which is rare, rewarding and ultimately generous.»

* Frieze *

«David Shrigley is a rare thing in the art world: someone whose work people - normal(ish) people - actually love»

* The Skinny *

«The Glasgow-based artist's scribbly drawings and witty captions have inspired a cult following and a celebrity fanbase including Will Self and Franz Ferdinand.»

* X Magazine *

«Wonderfully skewed»

* The Glasgow Herald *

«Shrigley specialises in the humour of a horny teenage boy crossed with an uptight conservative wrangling with modern moral dilemmas. Needless to say, we are in love.»

* The Gay Times *

«A must for fans of the absurd»

* ES magazine *

«Half man, half legend»

* Skinny *

«Over the 300 or so pages, Shrigley mines a mordant, scatological seam, conjuring up the dark tradition of British humour that threw up Tony Hancock and Chris Morris»

* The Times *

«A massive yellow compendium of paintings, writings, sculptures and scrawlings from an artist touched by comic genius and something like full-blown lunacy»

* The Lady *

«Consistently funny»

* Daily Telegraph *

«Funny, profound and surprising all at the same time»

Harry Hill

«A brilliant new volume»

* Scotland on Sunday *

«David Shrigley is probably the funniest gallery-type artist who ever lived.»

Dave Eggers

«[A] master of modern surrealism . . . a must for fans of the absurd»

* Evening Standard *

«On the kink of his line Shrigley can shift effortlessly from pathos to paranoia. And his work is funny - very funny - his timing devastatingly effective.»

Will Self

«Weird, funny, abject, wise, silly, savage, moral and engaging.»

* Independent *

«With a casual gesture Shrigley points to that hideous shape whose name I've never known - and then he names it. And the name is profoundly, embarrassingly familiar. I'm laughing while frantically searching for a pen, so desperate to capture the feeling he has unearthed in me.»

Miranda July