Mick, aka , has written a book about the year he recently spent in India. I've been reading it on the tube for the past couple of days and laughing hard and loud, irritating other passengers. For example, Mick finds a 5-foot, cap-touching, subservient Indian taxi driver in scruffy trousers and taxi-wallah shirt to take him to the airport. Mick asks him his name. “My name is Peter Burgess sir,” he replies.

Absurdities like this litter every page. It's really, really funny. I urge you all to buy a copy, for £7.99 plus some p&p. And subscribe to his amusing and highly impenetrable LiveJournal about angling, “52 Weeks Of Fish”.