From the worst-selling author of Home Thoughts from a Man comes a brand new, blackly comic novel.

George is screaming inside and he doesn’t understand why. George’s friend, Frank, has his own troubles--but he also has a new woman in his life, a woman their other friend Matthew is also in love with. But these are nothing compared to the battles George has at work.

'I haven't read a book that flows this well since I read Douglas Adams in my late teens... I challenge you to make this book last more than a fortnight, at most.'

'The best thing about this novel are Ogilvie’s observations on modern life, which is what this writer does particularly well. George’s substantial wit finds its targets in everything from vegetarians to religious believers (I am both!) but the main focus in this book is on management, making the best passages a kind of Tom Sharpe meets Dilbert.'

'Satirical, original, funny and insightful in a quirky way. Should get a cult following from anyone suffering bad management at work (um, that would be most people?) Ogilvie has a darkly comic 'take' on British life in general and British men in particular. Not a dull page.'

'All things considered, this is an excellent book, very well written, very witty and funny.'

Goodreads reviews for George and the Rabbit

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The HR cretin breathed rather hard for quite a long time before continuing: ‘So, get in line and when I blow my whistle I want all of us to start moving forward.’

‘All but you,’ muttered George, ‘the company Übermensch.’

The whistle sounded, immediately followed by the report from two burst balloons, another irritated whistle and a whispered, ‘Sorry!’

‘Trevor, do we have any more green and pink balloons?’

Trevor, the squirrel manager, stood on tiptoe to whisper something in the cretin’s ear.

‘OK, the two of you who burst your balloons are going to have to pretend that there’s a balloon in front of you. Now, on my whistle!’

‘That’s not fair.’ George recognised the over-keen lad from the Test department. ‘Those two groups have one less balloon so they’re more likely to win!’

‘This is not a competition.’ ‘Yes it is, there’s a winning team: you said so!’

The HR cretin wished he had read the chapter on awkward team members but it didn’t come until page 245 and he had only got to page 112. He was also uneasily aware that he’d skipped all the introductory stuff on the rationale behind the games.

‘Notionally there is a winner…’

‘But we’re all winners, aren’t we Mr. Sauvage?’

‘Exactly,’ said the cretin to the girl whose breast George had accidentally touched. Wonderful, thought George. There are more of us. The whistle blew and the coloured balloons edged forward. Barry put his right hand out and George’s line followed. As they passed the green line George noticed that one of the two balloon-less participants was walking with his legs akimbo, in the manner of someone who had loosed a particularly large and gooey turd in his pants.

‘For Christ’s sake, Frank!’

Frank had dropped his red balloon, consigning his whole team to failure. He tried to defend himself; ‘I couldn’t help it: Chi just suddenly stopped!’

The blame continued to be heatedly apportioned around the groups as balloons started dropping and bursting everywhere. Furiously the whistle shrilled.

‘We have our winners, although of course we’re all winners at Hunter Electronics!’ intoned Mr Sauvage, quickly adding, ‘Well done the yellow team.’

‘That’s us, George,’ said the girl with a smile.

George had to allow himself a smile back. He watched Barry’s head enlarge a little more as Barry did the obligatory motivational thanking of his team.


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From the worst-selling author of Home Thoughts from a Man comes a brand new, blackly comic novel. George is screaming inside and he doesn’t understand why. George’s friend, Frank, has his own troubles--but he also has a new woman in his life, a woman their other friend Matthew is also in love with. But these are nothing compared to the battles George has at work. Will the yellow team win the idiotic team building event? Will George win his battle with the HR manager? Will Frank (ever) learn to be more suave in his love-making? Which of the protagonists murders who? Will Hannah’s father find his Mapuche maidens? And what’s Mr. Benson’s role in all this? 'I haven't read a book that flows this well since I read Douglas Adams in my late teens... I challenge you to make this book last more than a fortnight, at most.' 'The best thing about this novel are Ogilvie’s observations on modern life, which is what this writer does particularly well. George’s substantial wit finds its targets in everything from vegetarians to religious believers (I am both!) but the main focus in this book is on management, making the best passages a kind of Tom Sharpe meets Dilbert.' 'Satirical, original, funny and insightful in a quirky way. Should get a cult following from anyone suffering bad management at work (um, that would be most people?) Ogilvie has a darkly comic 'take' on British life in general and British men in particular. Not a dull page.' 'All things considered, this is an excellent book, very well written, very witty and funny.' Goodreads reviews for George and the Rabbit Reviews from Goodreads.com **************** The HR cretin breathed rather hard for quite a long time before continuing: ‘So, get in line and when I blow my whistle I want all of us to start moving forward.’ ‘All but you,’ muttered George, ‘the company Übermensch.’ The whistle sounded, immediately followed by the report from two burst balloons, another irritated whistle and a whispered, ‘Sorry!’ ‘Trevor, do we have any more green and pink balloons?’ Trevor, the squirrel manager, stood on tiptoe to whisper something in the cretin’s ear. ‘OK, the two of you who burst your balloons are going to have to pretend that there’s a balloon in front of you. Now, on my whistle!’ ‘That’s not fair.’ George recognised the over-keen lad from the Test department. ‘Those two groups have one less balloon so they’re more likely to win!’ ‘This is not a competition.’ ‘Yes it is, there’s a winning team: you said so!’ The HR cretin wished he had read the chapter on awkward team members but it didn’t come until page 245 and he had only got to page 112. He was also uneasily aware that he’d skipped all the introductory stuff on the rationale behind the games. ‘Notionally there is a winner…’ ‘But we’re all winners, aren’t we Mr. Sauvage?’ ‘Exactly,’ said the cretin to the girl whose breast George had accidentally touched. Wonderful, thought George. There are more of us. The whistle blew and the coloured balloons edged forward. Barry put his right hand out and George’s line followed. As they passed the green line George noticed that one of the two balloon-less participants was walking with his legs akimbo, in the manner of someone who had loosed a particularly large and gooey turd in his pants. ‘For Christ’s sake, Frank!’ Frank had dropped his red balloon, consigning his whole team to failure. He tried to defend himself; ‘I couldn’t help it: Chi just suddenly stopped!’ The blame continued to be heatedly apportioned around the groups as balloons started dropping and bursting everywhere. Furiously the whistle shrilled. ‘We have our winners, although of course we’re all winners at Hunter Electronics!’ intoned Mr Sauvage, quickly adding, ‘Well done the yellow team.’ ‘That’s us, George,’ said the girl with a smile. George had to allow himself a smile back. He watched Barry’s head enlarge a little more as Barry did the obligatory motivational thanking of his team.
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