There was a thing about dull book titles in the Spectator about a decade and a half ago:
The Street Names of Thatcham...are the ones I remember. (All genuine, apparently.) Champion bore Glenn Reynolds has a new book out, but you have to admit that the title is pretty good: An Army of Davids. No doubt the rest of it is the most frightful tosh.
With Rod and Reel in Northern Bechuanaland
Teach Yourself Practical Concreting
When I was small there was a craze for joke book titles:
The Cat's Revenge, by Claude BallsGood clean fun. Kids these days are probably too busy getting high on glue and headbanging to their "skiffle music".
Falling off a Cliff, by Eileen Dover
The French Chef by Sue Flay
Nail in the Banister, by R. Stornaway