We've all been there. Some kids still are. Looking under the bed for the bogeyman, experiencing the delights of odd socks, or suffering from (our own and other people's) "bad breff" as Gez so charmingly puts it. Yet Gez isn't always so grounded in real life and the authentic language of the school playground and the top deck of the bus. Sometimes he goes off into the absurdest, grossest of fantasies, with Spike-Milligan-esque poems like Gnome Sweet Gnome and Steve and His Secret Agent Underpants. Not to mention Henry Meek, who can make his bottom squeak, and saves a climber lost in the mountains with this unusual talent.