Lazy Sunday Service

I'm reading Gun Monkeys by Victor Gischler at moment. A kind of madcap, crime caper novel that has a few chuckles in it. Here's a typical gag that made me laugh.

"We might as well cash it in," Bob said. "He's got the yellow ones, the green ones and now the blue ones."

As far as Bob was concerned, nothing had a proper name. Everything was the blue one or the green one or the lumpy one or the wet one or the one that smelled like cheese. He'd been married nine years before his wife had caught him with her sister. When I asked which sister, he'd said, "The easy one."

My posts this week:
Rewriting history? Crime fiction meets true crime
Post seasonal splurge
Review of Case Histories by Kate Atkinson
New buildings, but what's their status in the market?
Future framework for higher education: Regional clusters
Review of Orchid Blue by Eoin McNamee
How 'economically free' do we want Ireland to be?
Atkinson inverted