I'm reading a William Gibson novel that's set in "the year" 2005 - damn thing was only written in 1993! Seriously, what's the point of setting a sci-fi novel twelve years in the future? It's got that now rather quaint mid-90s obsession with 'virtual reality', they still use fax and so far I don't think anyone's made a mobile phone call or used the internet once. Prophet of the information age, my arse. Oh yeah, and he has one character recognise a pop song by "that black guy who turned white and then his face fell in" - oh William you muppet, it's already "the year" 2010 and people still remember the name of that handsome bloke who got really fat and died on the bog.
Still, I can't help liking the way all the characters are far too cool to speak in complete sentences.
