It's 2.15 a.m.,
you're in bed alone and the phone wakes you.

Your eyes are wide and your body tense before it has completed so much as a single ring. And as you wake, in the tiny moment between sleep and consciousness, you know already that something is wrong.

Only someone bad would ring at such an hour. Or someone good with bad news, which would probably be worse.

You lie in the darkness and wait for the answer machine to kick in. Your own voice sounds strange as it tells you that nobody is there but that a message can be left.

You feel your heart beat. You listen. And then you hear that one voice in the world you least expect...your very own Blast from the Past.

I quite like Ben Elton's books, though he does have a tendency to wrap a cool, funny story in a whole lot of political or politically correct bollocks. I think that's a shame, but still worth a read. No idea what this one's about, but I suppose I'll find out when I start to read it.