I'm not, honestly, sure this deserves even the two-and-a-half stars I'm giving it. It's a daft story, but it gets extra marks from me for its Clash connection.

It's 1978. A 14-year-old boy lives in Wanstead with his dad and six-year-old sister. Their mum has left and is living in London's squatting scene, trying to make it as a singer. She sends the boy a tape of the first Clash album. It somehow later becomes the record and has '(White Man) in Hammersmith Palais' on it, which it the first album didn't. (The US version might have, but that's not what he's got.)

That's far from the most absurd thing. After the dad gets injured by a piano (which isn't absurd, as he runs a music shop and was delivering it) the boy tries to keep things together for his sister.

In so doing he — and here is the real absurdity — learns to drive and starts driving his dad's black cab, taking fares and avoiding the cops.

Yeah, I know. He picks up Joe Strummer one night. Obviously.

Honestly, it's daft as a brush. I quite liked it, but mainly for the music.