Wrongly Writing, the prequel to the internationally recognized tedium of Writing Wrongly, promises a healthy dose of banality that involves international drug smuggling operations, complications over library membership and the Dutch. As the ongoing saga of an incomplete wanker, this second Wrong Book has even more psychiatrists, anaphylaxis and cringing social ineptitude than the first, and proves that editors exist for a reason, while the author clearly doesn’t Wrongly Writing: experience the shame.