This is a parody in every sense of the word. Not only is it a play on the title of the best-selling worst book of all time, nor is it just a parody of the theme between “shades” and “sheds” transporting the action from an erotic dungeon into a garden-based wooden shack and the innuendo that goes with the jokes, but it is also a parody of E.L. James simplistic writing style.
Let me make this clear: I have not read the book on which this parody is based, nor do I intend to but I am fully aware of the over-used phrases “bites top lip pensively” etc, the schoolboy errors in the writing style and juvenile tone of the prose. All of this is recreated here to provide laughs merely beyond the double entendre and wordplay. This is a very British sense of humour so if you do not like British comedy, it probably won’t be for you.
But is there a plot? Sort of… each page has a short passage which is one innuendo after another loosely connected into a sort of story. But does it really matter? Do the really good parodies need a plot merely beyond slight mimmickry and poking fun at the source text? In a word – no and this book doesn’t really have much of a plot if I’m honest. Our Mister Grey works on the 20th floor of an office block when a mysterious woman arrives to see him in his office. Looking over at his collection of photographs of his favourite sheds, he thinks back to the day that changed his life forever…
Lady Christina slowly introduces him to sheds and gardening and he is addicted. Slowly, their relationships develops and soon he can’t get enough of her lawn, her plants, her garden and finally his edgy addiction to sheds, which leads into the murky world of shed design and taking his new found love into his marriage.
MILFs – Mowers I’d like to fix
“Harder,” she cried, gripping the workbench tightly “harder!”
“Alright,” I said, “What’s the gross national product of Nicaragua?”
“Punish me,” she cried desperately, “Make me suffer like only a real man can!”
“Very well,” I replied, leaving the toilet seat up.
“Hurt me!” she begged, raising her skirt as she bent over the workbench.
“Very well,” I replied, “You’ve got fat ankles and no dress sense.”
And my personal favourite:
She gazed up at me wide-eyed from the shed floor and bit her lip seductively. Unfortunately it was her top lip so she looked like a piranha
This is the sort of joke that you can expect to read in this very short book. Some are hilarious, others will raise no more than a snicker but for a lazy evening’s read where you need a quick laugh that’ll linger, it’ll do.
In brief, short and sweet and utterly hilarious!