You may have heard; the new Harry Potter book has slipped out onto the tubes.

I’m reading it now out of a sick sense of masochism more than anything. You see, it’s in the form of photos, taken by some dude with a digicam. The left pages are all curved inwards at the top, the flash makes the text near the bottom hard to discern and occasionally the dude’s hand covers words on the bottom-most lines. Not to mention the occasional illegible pair of pages where the focus messed-up, and the horrible jpeg artefacts on the text throughout.

Still, I’ll know how the whole shebang ends before any of those schmucks who wait for a print copy.

Yes, I know: I am both big and clever.