Many books are compared to Priestley's English Journey but Steel is as perceptive as JB and far funnier.
This circumnavigation is perfect for our own seedy time. "Keighley is a sink of evil," insists a woman from Skipton. Steel shows righteous anger about modern Britain.
Noting that the Digger community in Surrey is now a gated estate, Steel remarks: "If Gerard Winstanley wanted to grow parsnips... he'd need a division of fucking great tanks."
Occasionally Steel's ear lets him down (Boycott would not say that a Pietersen shot "was a pile of shit" but "were a pile...") but never his comic antennae.
A Twitter exchange about Luddism near Huddersfield drew the comment: "Go on, Mark, slag off Luddites...it's not like they'll be following you here."