Best holiday read to date this year, by a million miles, has got to be Robert Lewis' splendid 'The Last Llanelli Train'. Try to imagine a gumshoe from Bristol, played by Shane Macgowan, and you've got Lewis' spaced out Robert Llewellyn. How anyone 26 years of age can write a book so full of drunken, debauched, degenerate, degraded, dissipated and dissolute experience, I do not understand. I know Pete doesn't usually read British crime fiction... but this is different and right up his street.