The portents of doom are here... I've drunk so much coffee I feel queasy, my desk is covered in crumbs from a packet of barbecue beef McCoys and we've got two stories on the go both of which we've already had complaints, solicitors' letters etc etc for.

It's not a good Wednesday morning.

But my work is done. I'm reading sports pages while everyone else deals with the controversy. Happy day.

Another day, another pointless quiz. Find out which woman of fantasy literature you are here.