If you adore the Mighty Boosh (and not just because they is well fit innit) and you have no morals/ethics/self-respect then join us all down at Oxford Street Borders at 7pm on Thursday where they will be signing all manner of things. Except me, because I've just realised I will be climbing my way up a large horse as I do every Thursday. Damn.
If you don't have the magic of BBC3 or know of the Mighty Boosh or indeed have any particular feelings on their fitness or otherwise, then content yourself with the Acting Friend's piss-funny academic thesis on Avril Lavigne. I think the boy wrote it many years ago but it's still depressingly funnier than anything I've ever written. (Mighty Boosh)(Avril Lavigne)