Last April, I was sitting on my morning cattletruck, reading a book that caused three people (count 'em) to glance at me horrified, then get up and move.

The book was War Machine, the author Andy Remic and the reactions of the shuffling South London sheep sold both to me in twenty minutes flat. I'm a big believer in challenging perceptions - and a suited, high-heeled, PR bird reading hardcore military ultra-violence? Hell, works for me.

Seems Mister Remic is something of a ground-breaker himself - War Machine is destined for audiobook status in the near future. Currently, he's posting Spiral, and I was listening to the prologue last night - AK-47s and all.

It's hot stuff, looking forward to the next instalment. Makes me wish I could play his reading aloud - that should get a reaction out of the shambling, work-bound hordes.

I mean: what should I be reading? Fucking 'Shopaholic' novels?