Feast of Fools

Don't fuck with my city. ^__________________^ I'm finding the surge of British cultural superiority complex at the moment hard to resist, if only for the total confusion it's causing among everybody else who logged on to sympathise. London Hurts, linked on the above, is bloody hilarious because it started out as an American sympathy community before the actual Londoners arrived...

This, on the other hand, is so sad it's funny. You don't do your cause any good like that, people, even if you do take it back as soon as the papers get wind. And the Tory defence spokesman's response is the most masterly put-down I've heard in a long time. ^_^

In other news, somebody recommend me a book to read! I've run out of literature for the commute and will shortly run out of Michael Crichton (State of Fear, the one about environmental science - oh how I wish it were true, but it's all far too pat...)

Nothing too twee, no populist crap, no modern literature about human relationships possibly including exotic cultural background (this means you mum). Something that makes the brain work but not completely overheat, it being entirely too early in the morning/too late in the evening when I'm on the train. No particular preference fiction or non-fiction. The last book I really, *really* loved on the train was Neal Stephenson's Baroque Cycle, but The Medici by Paul Strathern was pretty good also.