A few years ago on a lazy Sunday afternoon I was watching some strange sport which involved horses and what appeared to be a dead animal...and I think at some stage all the players started shooting at each other. As I was sitting there I had what I thought at the time was a Eureka moment. I really love sushi and I really love sandwiches, so that being the case why not combine them? Wandering into the kitchen I discovered I had all the ingredients I needed...one cucumber, half an avocado, rice, a few packs of wasabi from the local Sushi Train, 2 slices of slightly stale bread (but the microwave fixed that up) and some shredded dried seaweed. I pulled out my really dusty rice cooker which was a gift from a girlfriend who had long since left the scene. I don't quite know what she was telling me with that gift and if anyone can enlighten me I will be forever grateful. As I waited for the rice cooker to work its magic I consumed 6 beers. Finally rice being ready I assembled the sandwich which I had named the "green sandwich" in honor of the 6 beers I had drunk. Taking a bite I realized something...too much of a good thing isn't necessarily all that good. It was bloody horrible to be precise.So "Little Shop of Homicide". I should love this book, it has so many things in it that I would normally love, but for some reason it just doesn't quite live up to the promise. It's good without ever quite managing to be great.