January 7, 2015, Posted by Tom in Books

Trigger Warning: new Neil Gaiman short story collection out this February

If you didn’t already know, there’s a big reason to be excited about February 2015. No, not the 2015 World Junior Curling Championship, and certainly not Valentine’s Day, but something a lot more special: the publication of Trigger Warning, a new short story collection from the genius that is Neil Gaiman.

Published on the 3rd of February in hardback and ebook, Trigger Warning: Short Fictions and Disturbances (to give it its full, glorious title) will be packed with Gaiman goodies, including Black Dog, a brand new short story that revisits the world of one of his most popular novels, the classic American Gods.

There’s also a special Doctor Who story, written specially to mark the iconic show’s 50th anniversary last year.

As George R R Martin says: ‘There’s no one quite like Neil Gaiman’. And you don’t argue with the man who has killed more characters than the average person has typed. But, if it were needed, Trigger Warning will be the latest piece of evidence to prove him right.


If you can’t wait until February, then you’re in a luck; a special sneak preview, A Little Trigger, will be released in ebook on January 13th. Containing the short story ‘The Thing About Cassandra’, this is the perfect way to whet your appetite for the main event. Get it here.

Trigger Warning: Short Fictions and Disturbances will be published by Headline on February 3rd in hardback and ebook.

January 7, 2015, Posted by Tom in Books

Exclusive extract: Near Enemy by Adam Sternbergh

Have you read the badass dystopian thriller Shovel Ready, the debut novel from Adam Sternbergh? If not, get it sorted because a) it’s damn excellent, and b) the sequel, Near Enemy, is out next week (13th January).

With Spademan back in town, here’s an exclusive extract from his new adventure, Near Enemy

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Near Enemy by Adam Sternbergh is out on the 13th January. Get your (digital) hands on the ebook here. And follow Adam on Twitter: @sternbergh

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December 8, 2014, Posted by Richard in Books

Our best books of 2014

What a year 2014’s been. Germany won the world cup, Daniel Radcliffe rapped, and the United Nations International Court of Justice ruled that Japan’s Antarctic whaling program is not scientific, but commercial, and forbade grants of further permits. Aside from all that, there have been some absolutely splendid books what we done stared at.

So, without further ado, here are our pick of the best books of 2014…


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Fiction: We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves by Karen Joy Fowler

What a bloody great title that is. It certainly beats this new trope of titles like ‘The spectacular demise of Mr Jeremy Custardchops’. Fowler’s unreliable narrator has one of the most engaging voices I’ve read in ages. This is a wonderful meditation on family, sibling interaction, and self-discovery, and Fowler tells a story that could have easily gone disgustingly kooky with real skill.

Non-Fiction: The Year Of Reading Dangerously by Andy Miller

I confess that my main reason for picking up this book was because Andy Miller was being interviewed at the Stoke Newington Literary Festival by alternative comedy God and crumpled Morrissey lookalike, Stewart Lee. The event itself was hilarious and thought-provoking – but not quite as much as the book itself. Part touching memoir, part astute literary criticism, this is a book for anyone who’s slightly fallen out of love with books, and a potent reminder of the joy of reading for reading’s sake.


Fiction: Us by David Nicholls

I must admit, I hated One Day. It just made me feel a bit queasy, and the film version didn’t help matters. So, I picked up Us with a sense of trepidation and the feeling that I probably should read it as it was going to sell billions of copies. To say it surprised me is an understatement. It made me laugh, it almost made me cry, and in Douglas I think Nicholls created a truly brilliant yet realistic character. I can’t shake the feeling that he is just me in 20 or so years time.

Non-Fiction: Chapter and Verse by Bernard Sumner

I’m a big New Order and Joy Division fanboy, so the chance to learn more about one of the most influential figures in British music was something I was never going to miss. Really well-written, entertaining, and very open about the troubles his bands have faced over the years, it was everything you’d want from a music autobiography. Read our report on Bernard’s recent Times+ event here


Fiction: The Children Act by Ian McEwan

As a fan of Ian McEwan, I await each new novel with a genuine sense of excitement. After the mis-step that was Solar and the enjoyable, yet flawed, Sweeth Tooth it was great to have McEwan back writing classic McEwan. This is the story of High Court judge Fiona Maye, whose home life is crumbling whilst at the same time she becomes absorbed in the case of a boy refusing life-saving medical treatment due to his religious beliefs.

A gripping slow-burner full of the fascinating complexities of the court room (brilliantly researched) and the devastating line that can be crossed with the smallest of gestures. Brilliant stuff.

Non-Fiction: H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald

I picked it up mainly due to the beautiful cover and a strong recommendation from my ol’ Dad, but I was blown-away by the touching and absorbing story of Helen, who after the death of her father, aims to fulfil her burning desire to train a goshawk. A task that’s far from easy.

A true story of hope, love and loss left me moved like I never imagined. A massive, pleasant surprise.


Fiction: The Dig by Cynan Jones

What an incredible novella this is. As dense as a diamond, every words counts in Jones’ short novel about a farmer and a badger baiter, and the language is at once suspenseful, moving and unsettling. Like his earlier novel, The Long Dry, nature takes centre stage, and man’s relationship with the wild – and its animals – is presented here wonderfully. Perfect for a winter afternoon. Or a summer one. Or whenever, really.

Non-Fiction: @War by Shane Harris

Relentlessly interesting, bizarre and terrifying, @War is a timely piece of work which traces the development of cyber warfare since the internet’s inception at the end of the last century. It’s impossible not to have your mind blown by the amount governments spend on cyber defence in 2014, and the lengths they’re willing to go to electronically and physically hack, sabotage and destabilise other nations’ infrastructure via the internet – and perhaps more terrifyingly: without even needing a connection to the internet.

Honourable mentions


  • Waiting for Doggo by Mark B. Mills
  • The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August by Claire North
  • The Shock of the Fall by Nathan Filer
  • A Girl Is A Half-Formed Thing by Eimear McBride


  • Football Cliches by Adam Hurrey (find out why here)
  • I Think Therefore I Am by Andrea Pirlo
  • Crap Taxidermy
  • Scarfolk

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November 21, 2014, Posted by Richard in Books, Books, Sport

Jimmy Bullard – an extract from BEND IT LIKE BULLARD

As Jimmy Bullard charms the nation in I’m a Celebrity… Get Me Out of Here!, here’s an exclusive look at chapter one of his book, Bend it Like Bullard


 ‘Pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work.’ Aristotle

Why always me? Mario Balotelli may have claimed that one for himself but I reckon I could justifiably wear that T-shirt too – as long as he washed it first.

You know your mate who you can always convince to do anything for a laugh because you haven’t quite got the bottle to do it yourself? That’s me. And that’s why when my Hull team-mates and I hatched a plan to perform the goal celebration to end all goal celebrations, it was inevitable that I ended up being the focal point of the whole thing, despite it not even being my idea.

On the eve of our match away at Man City in 2009, we were having dinner together in the team hotel when Paul McShane came up with a plan.

‘If we score tomorrow, let’s rinse the gaffer by doing a celebration taking the piss out of his on-pitch team talk last season,’ he said, as my team-mates and I nodded and laughed enthusiastically. ‘Not if we’re 3-0 down, but if it’s an equalising or winning goal, whoever scores it has to do it.’

McShane was part of the Hull team who had been humiliated by our gaffer Phil Brown in the corresponding fixture the previous season. Then – playing without me obviously or it would never have happened – Hull trailed 3-0 at the break and Brownie decided to keep the players on the pitch and delivered his half-time words of wisdom to them in front of the stunned visiting supporters.

If you ask me, that was a liberty and if I’d been a Hull player then I would have walked off the pitch and gone to the toilet. A lot of my future team-mates said he lost the dressing room at that point, and that’s why they were up for a small dose of revenge. But that was Brownie – he was unpredictable and did the most ridiculous things sometimes.

For better or worse, his very public team talk became one of the most talked-about incidents of the season. What was it that Oscar Wilde said about being talked about or not being talked about? I’ve got no idea. Do you think I’ve ever read Oscar bloody Wilde?

A year later, it was me who was being talked about when, with eight minutes left and Hull trailing 1-0, we were awarded a penalty in front of thousands of our fans who had travelled to Eastlands.

Shortly before, Brownie had asked me to play further up the pitch as we tried to claw something out of the game. I’d been playing in the deepest position of our three-man midfield, but the gaffer encouraged me to get forward and try to cause a few problems for the City defence, or at least give them something else to think about.

Who knows whether it was that or just fate, but a few minutes later Kolo Touré bundled over Jan Vennegoor of Hesselink and the ref Lee Probert gave us the pen. The City boys went absolutely mental, arguing with him, but I tried to shut all that out.

I just picked up the ball with only one thing on my mind – scoring and going crazy in front of our fans. I’d completely forgotten about the ‘half-time bollocking’ celebration. I stepped up and smashed the ball to Shay Given’s right to draw us level and reeled off yelling and screaming to the Hull fans.

I’d completely lost the plot, as I do whenever I score, until one of the boys reminded me about the special celebration. Within a couple of seconds, all my team-mates were sat around me in a circle while I stood in the middle, gesturing, pointing and finger-wagging at the lot of them. It was a pretty convincing impression of the gaffer even if I do say so myself.

To add to the authenticity of this performance, it was in exactly the same spot at the same end as Brown’s barmy moment the season before – Laurence bloody Olivier couldn’t have done any better.

I love scoring goals and I love celebrating them. I’d done my bit for the lads and I still wanted to do my own little piece where I run to all four corners of the ground acknow- ledging the crowd. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much time for that – I once did pretty much that while I was at Peterborough and got booked for my trouble – as, for some weird reason, the referee who had so kindly given us the penalty was now insisting that we should carry on with the last eight minutes of the game.

As City kicked off again my only thought was ‘I fucking hope this stays 1-1 after that celebration! Imagine if we lost 2-1 now . . .’

Fortunately we held on. I still had to face the gaffer back in the dressing room . . . but only after I’d milked the celebrations with the away fans even more at the final whistle, naturally.

With Brownie there was no way of second-guessing how he’d react to something like that. He could either be absolutely fine and good-humoured or he could come down on you like a ton of bricks.

At City the dressing room is split into two, with an area for the coaches and all their technical equipment and a space for us to get changed. By the time I got back there, most of the boys were crowded round a laptop in the coaches’ half watching replays of my celebration. Then the gaffer walked in.

Brownie looked into the area where all the players would normally be and seemed puzzled that nobody was there, but then he looked round and saw most of us stood by one of the computers. It wouldn’t have been hard for him to spot us seeing as most of the boys were pissing themselves laughing.

‘Oh shit,’ I thought as he strode over to see what all the fuss was about.

A few of us shuffled back into our half of the room as the gaffer watched the incident.

Then it went silent.

‘Oh shit,’ I thought again.

‘Oi, Bullard,’ he yelled. ‘What have you been doing?’

I looked up and was mightily relieved to see a broad smile across his chops. He thought it was absolutely hilarious.

(As it happens, he hadn’t seen my celebration at the time. He told me later that while I was busy taking the piss out of him, he’d grabbed hold of Richard Garcia to tell him to drop deeper so we’d have a five-man midfield and keep hold of our hard-earned point.)

‘That was blinding,’ he said. ‘But that’ll be the end of that though, eh?’

Message received loud and clear.

But not before I did a post-match interview about it on Soccer Saturday in which I explained how it had come about and told the reporter, ‘Whoever scored had to do the pointing. Trust it to be me!’

The press asked the gaffer a lot of questions about it after the game as they were hoping he’d be furious with me and the boys. They’d have been disappointed with Phil’s reaction as he maintained his good-humoured way of looking at it. If anything, he felt that it exorcised the ghost of what he’d done the season before and that we could now all move on.

I wasn’t that bothered about what he felt; I was just relieved that I’d gotten away with it.

And not just that, the following day I was on the back pages of pretty much every newspaper and all over the telly. Football fans could not get enough of it – I even picked up a Nuts magazine award for the celebration despite the fact it wasn’t my idea. In reality, Paul McShane and the other lads should also have won it but I just took that one for myself, thanks very much!

Would any of the other lads have done the celebration if they’d scored? It’s hard to be sure. But it was typical that I was the person in the spotlight at that precise moment.

The truth is I’m not wired right. At least, I’m wired just a little bit differently to other people and that meant I had an absolute ball as a professional footballer. I can honestly say that not a day went past where I didn’t appreciate what it was that I was doing. Make no mistake, I lived a dream and I loved every second of it.

Unlike most other Premier League players, I grafted as a part-time footballer, cable TV technician, carpet fitter and painter-decorator while trying to get my big break. And that’s why I was so determined to take it all in, soak it all up and, most importantly, entertain for every minute I was on the pitch.

I couldn’t help but perform, whether it meant with the ball or just by acting the fool – and if that enhanced people’s enjoyment of the game then so be it.

To some players football was just a job, to me it was the realisation of a boyhood dream, of hard work, tears, tantrums and plenty more besides.

That goal celebration is one of three things that football fans always ask me about. There’s that, being on Soccer AM and my, ahem, confrontation with Duncan Ferguson.

I came. I saw. I went bonkers.

bullardBend it Like Bullard is out now! Get your copy here

November 17, 2014, Posted by Tom in Books

Mark B. Mills Q&A – Waiting For Doggo

You might know Mark Mills as the author of gripping historical thrillers such as The Savage Garden, The Long Shadow or House of the Hanged. But now he’s back, with a B in his name and a brand new, very different novel: Waiting For Doggo.

The story of a Dan, a reluctant owner, and his ugly, bald but very cute furry companion, Doggo, we picked Waiting For Doggo as one of our favourite books of the autumn. It’s out this week, so we asked Mark a few little questions…

Doggo is a bit of a hero, but this is a very different book to your previous ones. What made you want to write about an ugly, bald little dog?

I wasn’t planning to write about an ugly, bald little dog; I was already deep into the research on a period thriller when Doggo barged into my head one day during lunch with an old friend. I wrote the first ten pages or so of the novel as a kind of test, to see if there was anything in the idea, but I found myself so hooked by the little chap that I just kept on going.

Dan, the main character in Doggo, gets dumped by a pretty harsh letter right at the start of Waiting For Doggo (you can read it on the WHSmith blog). Are you willing to share the worst way you’ve ever been dumped?

Sure. No names, though. When I was a student at university I met an Italian girl towards the end of a summer term. We had ‘a moment’ and arranged to see each other a month or so later in Italy. I was building a motorcycle at the time, and as soon as I’d got the thing finished I set off for Forte dei Marmi on the Tuscan coast. I arrived to discover that the girl in question had fallen in love with someone else in the meantime. Annoyingly, he was a really great guy, handsome as hell and a star cellist. Even more annoyingly, my motorcycle had broken down just a few miles from Forte dei Marmi, so I couldn’t even burn off with my bruised heart. Instead, I had to spend almost two weeks in their company before the bloody thing was fixed (the bike, not my heart).

Clara leaves him and disappears without telling him where she’s going. If you could ditch everything and disappear for a bit, where would you fancy going?

Somewhere hot where I can learn to surf properly without squeezing into a wetsuit, boots and gloves every time. Years ago, I found myself on the North Shore of Oahu (Hawaii) and thought: I could happily live here. So maybe that’s where I’d head for a hiatus. Or possibly Bali, specifically Uluwatu, with its famous left-handed wave.

Rather than pursuing his dream career, Dan ends up working in advertising. Was being a writer always your dream career?

Yes, it was always my dream to be a writer, well, from about the age of thirteen, when I can remember telling my headmaster that I wanted to be a journalist. As things turned out, and not without a lot of luck and assistance, I got to cut my teeth in the film world as a screenwriter before crossing over to novels.

Dan is a bit of a romantic, and we hear you’re a fan of cooking. So what would you recommend we cook for the perfect dinner date? Something easy preferably, as we don’t want to make a dog’s dinner of it…

I’m an enthusiastic cook with a very limited repertoire, so I’d have to plump for something I’ve done many times before: rack of lamb with gratin dauphinois. The gratin takes a while to prepare but is always a winner. Better still, it can be done in advance, even the day before, and re-heated. The lamb is dead easy: seasoned then laid on a bed of rosemary and crushed garlic and cooked in the oven at a very high heat for about twenty minutes, maybe with a couple of tomatoes in the dish. While it’s resting under foil (5-10 minutes), you can simmer some French beans or whip up a green salad.

Waiting for Doggo

Waiting For Doggo is out this Thursday, 20th November, in hardback and ebook. It’s a cracking read and the perfect Christmas gift for any dog lovers you might know.

November 11, 2014, Posted by Tom in Books

5 essential World War One reads

Today, November 11th, we remember those who have fallen whilst serving their country.

As this year marks the 100th anniversary of the outbreak of the First World War, here are 5 books about this most terrible of conflicts that we believe you should read.

5 essential World War One reads

All Quiet on the Western FrontAll Quiet on the Western Front – Erich Maria Remarque (1929)

books_pathsofgloryPaths of Glory – Humphrey Cobb (1935)

testamentTestament of Youth – Vera Brittain (1933)

storm of steelStorm of Steel – Ernst Jünger (1920)

birdsong1Birdsong – Sebastain Faulks (1993)

Do you agree with our choices? Today’s #bookadayuk theme is important World War One reads, so tweet your most essential read using the hashtag

November 6, 2014, Posted by Ben Willis in Books

Mal Peet’s top cultural picks

Carnegie Award-winning author, Mal Peet, took time out from promoting his new genre-bending, fantastical black comedy THE MURDSTONE TRILOGY (published by David Fickling Books on 6th November 2014) to tell us a few of his cultural favourites:

Band: Has to be Miles Davis’ second ‘Great Quintet’. That’s the one with Miles on trumpet, Herbie Hancock on piano, Ron Carter on bass, Tony Williams on drums and Wayne Shorter on saxophones. Just took jazz into places it had never been before. I adore Miles because as soon as he became popular, or ‘cool’, he said ‘Fuck that’ and turned his back (literally; on stage he used to do exactly that) on white hipsters and said, through his music, ‘You think you know who I am? Well, see if you can dig this shit.’ Then he’d play stuff that made your bones dance in ways they’d never thought of. And when you’d got used to that, he’d go off and do something else.

After discovering Miles in the late Sixties, I more or less stopped listening to pop or rock music and went off in directions that my fellow hippies didn’t take. I do, though, think that the Stones’ Exile on Main Street might just be the best Rock album ever made. Not long ago I reviewed a brilliant Teen novel called Grasshopper Jungle by an American writer called Andrew Smith. (Check it out; it’s hilarious and mad and very, very smart.) On their way to do battle with the armour-plated six foot-high mutant man-eating praying mantises terrorising Ealing, Iowa, Austin Szerba and his more than best friend Robby Brees discuss the naming of testicles:

Robby said, “My balls are named Mick and Keith.”
“Those are probably the best names anyone has ever given their balls in the history of naming your balls,” I said.
Robby said, “Thank you, Austin.”

I also like pretty much anything by David Byrne.

Artist: Rembrandt. Or Vermeer. At school I was taught the history of art in a ruthlessly chronological way. I struggled with the Italian Renaissance. Didn’t get it. All those scenes from Classical mythology (even the ones with inexplicably naked ladies hanging around in the countryside), all that religious stuff; it just didn’t connect with me. (Well, I was a snotty, ignorant and sarky little atheist from a council estate in Norfolk.) Then at last we headed north to the Low Countries in the 17th century and it was as if I’d been short-sighted all my life without knowing it and been given a pair of specs. Many years later I stood before some of these paintings in the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam and cried like an infant. Which made them kinda blurry.

Mind you, Robert Crumb is pretty good.

Film: Oh, God. I’m lousy at single favourite questions. Uh, Sunset Boulevard? Bladerunner? Barton Fink? Wild at Heart? Doctor Strangelove?

Book: This is getting worse. One book? The one book I couldn’t live without is the Shorter OED. But that’s two books anyway. So I’m looking around my room trying to decide which would be the last book I’d part with.

(Long interval. Small nervous breakdown.)

OK. Moby-Dick has just gone out the window. Which leaves Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne.

Writer: I’m going to say John Steinbeck. Not because he’s the greatest writer in the language but because he changed my life. He’s largely responsible for my becoming a writer and getting me into this mess but I forgive him. I read – probably at the behest of my brilliant and war-damaged English teacher – The Grapes of Wrath when I was 13. Until then, I’d been an avid consumer of books in much the same way as other kids were avid consumers of snacks. Books were stories and I was a gobbler of stories. Then I read The Grapes of Wrath and understood that novels could do much, much more than tell tales. (I had only just graduated from Biggles books.) It was like opening a door into a huge and splendid and scary room. I was gripped by the tribulations of the Joad family but, maybe more importantly, it dawned on me that fiction was a way of dealing with real stuff and that there were currents – political, historical, angry, heart-felt – driving the story. Steinbeck also taught me that American fiction was significantly different from English fiction. And he led me off down that road: to Hemingway and Chandler and Scott Fitzgerald. When I went to university, it was to study American fiction. Then I met Emily Dickinson and Edgar Allen Poe and Melville and, later, Thomas Pynchon and Donald Barthelme and Raymond Carver and Carson Mcullers. I have an American imagination, I think.

Drink: Ah, this is easier. I used to be an ale snob. Can’t drink pints any more, though. They make me feel like a rain-filled hammock. Strictly wine these days. Elspeth and I have spent a good deal of time in New Zealand and (there’s a bit of a backlash going on about this, I know) their wines are beautiful. Most of what we get over here comes from the Marlborough vineyards, which is fine, but further south, in Otago, they produce the most amazing Pinots (whites and reds) from terraces perched in weird and hostile-looking landscapes. Sadly, Bargain Booze doesn’t stock them.

Places and holiday destinations: I love where I live and thank god for it. East Devon. We’re just a bit off the main holiday routes: the A30 runs down to Cornwall 10 miles north of us, and the surfers (in VW vans with optimistic roof racks) and second home owners (in 4x4s loaded with Fortnum and Mason hampers) mostly pass us by. 10 minutes walk from my house there’s a bench overlooking the Exe estuary and the view is so beautiful that I’d like to die there. Maybe I will. My foot will skid on a used condom and I’ll plunge off the cliff.

We started going to Turkey about 25 years ago and still love it despite most of the good places having been fucked up. And NZ is extraordinary: all the landscapes and climates of Europe crammed into 2 small islands where they drive on the left and make the best coffee in the world.

Food: My taste buds go on strike east of Calcutta. Thai food always has a hint of bath additive, it seems to me. Whack in some Waitrose Essential Ginger and Sea Salt shower gel and 5 chillis and there’s your Thai. In Hong Kong, Elspeth and I pretty much gave up on sucking mucus from the thin legs of spider crabs and stocked up on the hotel breakfast in napkins to last us through the day.

I can’t do sushi, either. I agree with the guy who said that it was invented by 2 Scottish entrepreneurs who saved money by not buying an oven. Raw fish? Get a penguin on the phone.

My meal of choice is a fillet steak from our local butcher and a good salad.

Jesus! I seem to be channelling Nigel Farage!

Teams and Sport: The only sport I’m interested in is football, about which I used to be fanatical but am less so these days. I support the team with the fewest tattoos.

THE MURDSTONE TRILOGY by Mal Peet is published by David Fickling Books on 6th November 2014

The Murdstone Trilogy Cover For Biblio Revised Colour

November 6, 2014, Posted by Ben Willis in Books

Cato and Macro: The Game launches

Have you always wanted to dress as a Roman soldier and march your way across the blood-soaked battlefields of Europe, North Africa and the Middle East building barracks, collecting resources and slaying perilous enemies? Well, now you can (virtually, that is…) – ‘Cato and Macro: The Game’ is out today, available for FREE on your mobile or tablet from iTunes and Google Play.

Simon Scarrow said: “It was really important to me that the game stay true to the Cato and Macro novels and I’m delighted with how it’s turned out. Expect to see plenty of blood, brutality and Macro-isms!”

Along your death-defying journey through the game you will discover Cato and Macro’s special battle abilities as well as unlock exclusive author notes and extracts from the bestselling book series.


More about the game:

• Put your empire-building skills to the test as you build a fort, expand your barracks, collect essential resources to keep your soldiers in battle condition and maintain a Roman settlement to prepare your army for hordes of oncoming barbarian forces.

• Free to download from the iTunes App Store and Google Play, there will also be the option to purchase additional exclusive content such as the Praetorian and the ultimate weapon, The Flaming Pig. It’s literally a pig that’s been set on fire.

• Think tactically and master your battle strategy to conquer your way through the perilous levels. Slash, blast and fire your way to victory leaving decapitated enemies in your wake.


Click here to download the game for iOS or here for Google Play. It’s FREE!

If you’ve got a Windows Phone, a Windows 8 version of ‘Cato and Macro: The Game’ is set to be available for download early in 2015, don’t worry.