The latest in the discworld novels sees Ankh morpork's traditional game of foot-the-ball turned on it's head. No longer is it something along the lines of the Eton wall game, where a man such as Dave Likely might score so many as 4 goals in a lifetime. instead it is transmuted into a beautiful game where the ball flies, where skill counts and where playing rough isn't the route to a win anymore. Playing alongside this is a romance of Romeo & Juliet proportions, only this, being the discworld, is Juliet & Trev. they're lifelong supporters of opposing teams, and it is a case of never the twain shall meet, until they do, in the Unseen University's Night Kitchen. That's the preserve of Glenda, a woman who can do amazing things with a pie, and who reads romantic novels on the side. Also stirred into the pudding is Mr Nutt. He's an odd little fellow who works in the candle dribbling department, but speaks very posh and can quote the great philosphers and write epic love poetry. He's also an Orc, and everyone knows that they can rip a man's head off with their bare hands, but he hasn't done that to anyone ... yet. The showdown at the end is a classic along the lines of a Western gun fight, or Clint Eastwood' "Go ahead, make my day". As usual with Pratchett you can see some of the jokes building from a reasonable distance, but they're always worth the payoff when it is delivered (the footie chant being a classic case in point). With his announcement that he has Altzheimer's each new book is read with an eye to "has he lost it" and, on the basis of this book, the answer is an emphatic NO.