Won the pub quiz last night, partly due to our excellent knowledge of the futuristic music of Joe Meek and the early novelty hits of Dave Bowie. I've now finished reading Exit Music (very good, and with a suitably downbeat ending - it wouldn't do for Rebus to go out without a big dose of disappointment, would it?) and rereading The Good Fairies of New York (two Scottish thistle fairies get thrown out of the enchanted glen for playing Ramones songs too loud on their fiddles, and end up causing trouble in New York. Includes race riots between the Chinese, Italian and Ghanan fairies of the city, the ghost of Johnny Thunders searching for his lost '58 Gibson, and more mentions of Swans and CopShootCop than any other fairy book ever written - if you've not read any Martin Millar, this wouldn't be a bad place to start). This means I can get on with Ulrich Haarbürste's Novel of Roy Orbison in Clingfilm, which is shaping up to be the oddest book I've read since the one about the dwarf.