Macqueen writes for Private Eye and brings a kind of gay love for the trivia of peculiar English stuff (like Mark Gatiss maybe but for politics not horror films) to a detective story set in 1976, wherein a former rent boy ends up investigating the death of Norman Scott - so yeah this is also light alternative history, but more about a plot that lets us rattle around the period than sending us off into some other timeline. He interweaves actual facts (like Harold Wilson's dottiness and resignation and some others that would be spoilers) in a cute way and even manages to pull off a twist of sorts that is fair, surprising and chilling. After a nervous start, the writing is very readable and he gets that with this kinda thing, you need to like the protagonist and I did and there's one more of these books out already, with more to come and I'll read them. Mark Lawson tried to do something like this is a book called ah now what was it called – Enough is Enough – and this is WAY better.