What is it with synchronicity this week? I just picked up a book by Stephen Fry which, as it turns out, is a modern re-working of The Count of Monte Cristo. There are so far no mecha and no space aliens, but about 50 pages in I have reached the conclusion that Fry is both brilliant and kind of cheerily demented.

I'll have to let you know about the boy-on-boy snogging. Fry is queer as a five-legged horse -- perhaps slightly queerer -- but none of the characters are so far showing signs of being so.