A book which - on the face of it - might seem useful on a desert island, but unless you're looking for a Man Friday, might be better suited to a friday night trawl around the bars and nightclubs.
I was never attracted to scouting when I was a kid, and I don't think that I had a single friend who was. Baden-Powell had some interesting ideas about Onanism, apparently, so it might be worth getting a copy of this book just to find out what they were.
It occurs to me that I haven't seen a troupe of scouts wandering around with tin-cans (iCans?) swinging from their back-packs for quite a while. There was always something very creepy about seeing a 50 year-old man wearing short trousers and long socks, in charge of a group of impressionable young lads, but maybe that says more about me than them.
Were any of you lot scouts or guides?