Saturday's sun found Londonist in a local park with a well-thumbed paperback and a bottle of Scrumpy, relishing a summer's worth of idle weekends. Sunday's inclement weather dashed those dreams, but luckily there's a wealth of literary diversions to take our mind off things. Tuesday: Joseph Kony stands as possibly the most ruthless individual in a region that is sadly no stranger to slaughter on a mass scale. The leader of the Lord's Rebel......

It's that funny time of year again - not quite autumn, not quite winter, with the shittier aspects of both and the advantages of neither, weather-wise at least. Like walking past a stadium and hearing the distant dischord of a Phil Collins concert, the horror of Christmas is thankfully still too far away - just - to worry about, with its tyrannical cheer and myopic adulation of the infantile. It's a bit of a......