I was just having a flick through amazon.com in an idle moment, and happened upon a rather worrying recommendation. In the book section, they recommended that I would like What Not To Wear by those Trinny and Susannah bints off the tv. Admittedly, it was the fortieth-or-so recommendation, but the good folk at amazon had decided that I would prefer this book to the Roy Keane biography, which ambled along several places behind. I haven't been so galled since they advised me to buy that Paul McCartney album.