Pies in our time

Mentioning my upcoming birthday (not for another week yet) is paying off handsomely. Not only have Owen and Bethan presented me with excellent books and stuff, Christine has come to my office bearing fine pie and quality real ales. So that's lunch sorted out anyway.

The Book Vole

Even going to a wedding allowed me to acquire more books: my mother gave me a 1930s edition of Somerset Maugham's The Moon and Sixpence, and my brother and his wife Bethan presented my with Mark Thomas's exposé of Coca-Cola Belching Out The Devil, some fine Moleskine notebooks, and a Warhol-esque Margaret Thatcher postcard.

Then I get to work and find deliveries of more fine books: Nick Turse's The Complex: How The Military Invades Our Everyday Lives, Habermas's The Structural Transformation of the Public Sphere, Reeve's Fever Crumb, le Carré's A Most Wanted Man and finally Diana Wynne Jones's The Game. I must do some work this week, so will try to ignore them…

Happy birthday Owen

Happy birthday to my brother for yesterday - that's 3 of my siblings, my dad and an uncle in one month!