BEN TROVATO’S writing has been described as “the literary equivalent of sex with a clown”. In his latest book, Durban Poison – to be launched in late October – the author derives an almost unseemly amount of pleasure from satirising the foibles and fantasies of our political fabulists. In this collection of wit and venom, he goes further than poking the bears of bureaucracy or lampooning the low-hanging fruitcakes of our world. Frequently turning the gaze on himself, Trovato doesn’t always like what he finds. From marital failures to travel disasters, from medical emergencies to breaking the law, Trovato bravely and often stupidly goes where many fear to tread. With an itchy trigger-finger and sights set permanently on roam, Trovato guns for the power-crazed despots, the bankers and the wankers and all who try to run and ruin our lives. Sometimes he misses and kicks the underdog by mistake, but that’s life for you. He also writes about gardening and cooking, but not in a good way.