Preston Randall isn't trying to rewrite Twilight to suck up some of the left over teen money. He's not pumping out that sequel to The Illiad that everyone is beating down the bookstore doors to get - heck he's not even trying to concoct the great American novel. He's just got his Fruit-Of-The-Looms in a twist and wants to spew out a few dozen pages about it. And what is he on about? Commercials, flyers, adverts of all kinds and just the general detritus we all must wade through every single day to live in a modern global economy. That's all. And, well, he's had it. He takes on one dimwitted...