Remarkable. Really, quite remarkable.

So I was doing my usual excursion the other week, off to the library to collect some trashy light reading in lieu of doing something productive. Nice, safe titles. Stuff I have read before, do not need to engage with, or can laugh at.

Failing to find any Dennis Wheatley I went to snobbery lite, and picked up a Biggles Omnibus. It was a particularly appealing collection because it contained 'Biggles in Australia'. One likes to keep abreast of cultural developments you understand.

The local library here is small, and specialises in the judgement touch that only dour, miserable librarians on a bad day can bring. Consequently patrons are required to take items to the counter to issue them. No self-issue machines there, the librarian sees and scrutinises every sad, infantalising title. Remarks on them too. One day the issuing librarian commented that every item I issued had a title beginning 'The'. Because they care about your reading habits. The person issuing the books this latest venture honed in on the Biggles.

Yes, Biggles, I said proudly. He visits Australia. The natives throw spears. I expected a laugh about the stereotyping. I was wrong.

'Well if he visited Australia today the Aborigines would be throwing empty bottles, not spears'

The presbyterian outlook

No posts for a while. Nothing to say, grumpy, etc etc. But here is a clip I thought I would look out for a little Tuesday amusement. Enjoy.

No, I think this calls for another soundtrack

Oh Sharon, you goddess!

What next, Annie Whittle?

The message bears repeating

I can't remember if I have posted this before, but I needed a post work cheer up/ ritual cleansing from shelf checks, shelving and stocktakes. So boring. So now, for something completely different. This one goes out to all youse other people in mundane and meaningless jobs:



Ahhh, taking things out of context. I hope none of you see me grooving my way up the hill, fists clenched and hips gyrating to an internal soundtrack of DM.

Oh ha ha ha

I have been on another CD uploading stint, and I felt like I needed Vault by Def Leppard at 320 Kbps. So, plug the cd in and wait for the internet to provide the track listing. I had a quick glance over and all seemed in order. All was in order until I noticed the genre the album had been placed in: Metal. In what alternate universe is Def Leppard metal, especially in an album compiled from their glorious years of overproduction?
It is all sorted out now, I fixed it up so the album files under Flaccid Rock.

Further to Three Bags Full

In a shocking development this book has been ripped from the large print mystery collection, and moved to general large print. How they allow Lillian Jackson Braun stories to remain in mystery in face of such prejudice against animal sleuths I do not know.

To prove I am not lying

Hurry, buy your copy now! Be sure to read the reviews!