I was back at my mum's house the other day and was having a look through the piles of crap in my room that I didn't take when I moved out. Among it was such literary treasures as.

Sven Goran Eriksson - the autobiography. To this day I haven't read a single page, I can't bring myself to do it, it looks so boring. Its fucking massive as well.

Gled Hoddle - My 1998 World Cup Story. Okay, so I'm not big on sporting books, I read some of this though and it was utter turd. Give me my time back please, Hoddle.

Steven Erikson - Gardens of the Moon. Literally the most horrible book ever. You have maintain a spreadsheet to keep track of the characters. Utter tripe.

Also, Terry Pratchett books aren't very cool are they? I found an alarming number of them. I liked them when I was 15, are they actually good? I can't remember. There were plenty more but this post is too long already.

What have you got, eh?