Contents of this book may upset those under the age of 35, still living with mummy and daddy, cry at the sight of a squashed insect only to demand a benefit concert in its memory, students, and most definitely Jeremy Vine. You have been warned. For those that are mature enough to differentiate between hysteria and the fact that this book will be a giggle, maybe even a little educational with a hint of nostalgia thrown in, read on. As a parent of 20-something's,...