Saturday, 20 December 2008

My day was devoted to final pre-Christmas preparations: garden, chickens and recycling centre. I also did some last minute shopping: ten years ago, it used to be possible sometimes to buy jokey books as presents but now it is difficult to buy anything else. The book stores are awash with titles like “Do ants have arseholes” or “Fat Pets” or “The Book of Animal Ignorance”, but just try asking for a copy of Captain Cook’s Journal or Southey’s Life of Nelson. What is the point of a bookshop that only sells joke books and the ghoul-written autobiographies of so-called “celebrities”? Arghhh!