Whenever I hear Lenny Henry's name mentioned, I flash back to watching "The Secret Policeman's Third Ball," several years ago. (For those not familiar with the Secret Policeman's Balls, they were comedy shows - I think for charity. I don't know if they're still doing them.)
"James Bond. I don't like James Bond. Everywhere he go, it blow up. He go to Jamaica - it blow up. He go to Scotland - it blow up. That's why he never go home. He go home, it blow up. And everywhere he go, he snuggin' up a woman. There must be ten thousand James Bond, Juniors running around, except the woman is always shot, or strangled, or poisoned, ten seconds later. This is an extreme form of contraception! Take your James Bond, and bugger off!
Babies. I don't like babies. The second you go out, they orderin' the baby pizza. Dancin' to the Fisher-Price music. I don't trust babies as far as I can throw them, and that's a pretty long way, let me tell you! Take your babies, and bugger off!"
(The scary part about that is that I saw the show over 15 years ago, and I still remember those bits. Not verbatim, I'm sure, but I think I got them pretty close.)
On topic... I finished Karl Schroeder's Virga a few weeks ago. I'm pretty busy with last-minute convention stuff right now, so I haven't been reading much recently, but I did start Jim Butcher's Ghost Story the other night (that's one of the later Dresden Files novels.)