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I am now off to read You're a bad man, Mr Gum, which is actually Son's book, but very funny and beats the scary-looking current issue of Granta, which is the alternative on my bedside table. Or the last chapter of 'the consolations of philosophy' - except that I know if I try to read that, I'll have to turn back about one hundred pages to revisit all the bits that I 'read' (ie. looked at and pretended to be intelligent, whilst the room spun cartwheels around my head) after Burn's night. So Mr Gum it is then. After all, who could resist a protagonist who sticks a picture of a shark in his beard to make himself more scary? Not me!