I approached this book as a fan of Moorcock, who has also watched most Doctor Who episodes since the mid seventies, without being a real fan. It's a poorly put together crossover, basically, between Doctor Who, Moorcock's Eternal Champion stories, and PG Wodehouse (of all things). It's not really worthy of any of its components; Whovians are likely to be particularly cross at the completely different characterisation of Matt Smith-era Doctor Who and companion Amy Pond - the impression is that Moorcock had never watched it but based the characters on a one page summary sheet from the Doctor Who production team. By a long way the poorest novel by Moorcock that I have ever written.