Bought Foxtrot Oscar on a whim in my local hyper-megamart and it is superb. The theme is policing the old fashioned way - somewhere between Life on Mars and the Tom Sharpe South African Police books. My thoughts were... 1. "You've bought the second book first you tw@t". 2. "Go out and buy the first one now. Right now>" and 3. Mr Owen, if not an arrser, certainly should be. Plus the Grauniad review said 'Foul-mouthed, scatological, amusing and appalling in equal measure' so I'd get hold of a copy right now. The book, not the paper, of course. I still can't get the following bit out of my brain.. (badly paraphrased, I'm afraid) Chief Inspector (on the verge of a nervous breakdown anyway) is the recipient of a Thunderflash in the toilet cubicle jape. A sympathetic soul sends him home. He gets to his car, to find that a couple of stray dogs have been locked in, with 4 bars of Ex-Lax chocolate. As they escape, he is savagely bitten. He drives the sh!te-mobile to the local hospital, and asks politely to be voluntarily admitted to the mentalist unit... As he is snuggling down in his secure bed (after sedation), he hears a noise... and see two PCs dressed as giant bananas waving at him from outside the window.... Sheer genius.