*Happy Trails by Adam Shand Kydd (Heinemann, 1984)

 

I made it 2/3 of the way through this intentionally silly novel, a far-fetched thriller/adventure story about two middle-aged gay men.   Bizarre (and unbelievable) circumstances thrust them out of their quiet life in a village rectory into the world of decadent nightclubs and international terrorists.  The writing is breezy but it lacks the brilliant British zaniness to allow it to levitate and consistently entertain -- thus my premature exit.