Subeditors are sly sods, stuck in a largely thankless job, being shouted at from one side by journalists and the other side by editors, and if you take your eye off them for a second, they'll resort to what is seemingly their only pleasure in life: slipping slyly subversive jokes into seemingly innocent copy.

This week's award goes to whoever it was at the BBC who managed to inject a little fun into the US secret service prostitute scandal with this subtle joke:

If you still don't see it, read below the cut for a hint.

Being an avid Charles Stross reader, both fiction and blog, I had heard the name Karl Schroeder mentioned a few times and even read some of his guest posts on Charlie's blog, and I eventually picked up one of his books from the local Forbidden Planet: Sun of Suns.

Set in a free-fall air bubble the size of a planet, it's a blend of swashbuckling "airships on mars"-style derring-do, political intrigue, and hints of post-human futurism.