Three hypochondriacs. One boat. Two weeks on the Thames. What could possibly go wrong? J., Harris, and George decide that what their fragile constitutions truly need is a boating holiday. The river, naturally, has other plans. What follows is a gloriously chaotic sequence of mishaps, digressions, and disasters, narrated by J. with the cheerful self-importance of a man who has learned absolutely nothing from any of it. The book that set out to be a travel guide and thought better of it — and in doing so, accidentally became one of the funniest novels ever written.