Well, I've finally found a writer I can't bear to read while eating. Having suffered through the gross-out zombiefest of Brian Keene, and usually having a famously imperturbable stomach, I thought there was nothing out there that could make me feel that queasy. I was wrong. Stephen Graham Jones' Three Miles Past managed it quite easily, not with extreme splatterpunk imagery, but quality writing and an uncomfortable level of mundane detail.
Three Moments of an Explosion, China Mieville. Short story collection, and doesn't lack any of his usual strangeness. The Condition of New Death in particular made me marvel at the absurdness of it, especially as someone currently aiming to haemorrhage as many Twitter followers as possible by screenshotting dead enemies (https://twitter.com/OBollocks/status/711714916634382336, https://twitter.com/OBollocks/status/672191884849102849, https://twitter.com/OBollocks/status/607685390959558656).
Re-reading Robin Fleming's Britain After Rome pokes some serious holes in the old school history of the Angles/Saxons/Jutes rocking up to Britain, which is a little irritating with Pendragon coming from GMT early next year, but I'll cope.