Bloody bookshops.
Shouldn’t be allowed!
I now have a copy of Dick Francis’ latest paperback ‘Under Orders’ and Billy Bragg’s exploration of ‘Britishness’, ‘The Progressive Patriot’.
Like, I have time for such fripperies as reading?
I mean.
I’m getting a bit freaked out by the lack of spare time in my life as it is.
And I’ve gone out and bought two books – two books!?
Whatz goin’ on?
Sorry about that bit of Chav-speak there.
The Lovely S works in a library ferchrisake.
And if that’s not enough we have a spare room that resembles a, well, a library.
I know she loves books, just as I do, but I’m supposed to be able to pull back and say ‘Oi Mr Bookseller, no! I don’t have the time for your tree-grown version of crack cocaine. Leave it!’
But no, not me.
I said: ‘Oooh, buy one get one half price? That’ll do nicely.’
What a twonk.
Still.
Saw a copy of my book in Waterstones the other day.
At least it wasn’t in the remaindered bin.