Another tree falls for my addiction

Having packed 40 boxes of books with more to come, you'd think that I'd have learned a lesson about my habit.

You'd be wrong. Two excellent books in the post today: Francis Wheen's history of the 1970s and its weirdness (Strange Days) and Iain Banks's Transition, which looks interesting because it looks like a mix of his literary material (always published as Iain Banks) and his science fiction (published as Iain M Banks). I also received the latest The Unthanks album, Here's the Tender Coming: hard-edged, often unsettling North-East folk music.

Meanwhile, I've been to a very stimulating Shakespeare lecture, and occasionally put my oar in. At least, I thought it was stimulating. Some of my readers were present, so I'll leave the critical judgement to them.

Work sucks

That's quite enough for one day. I'm off to buy tickets for The Unthanks (formerly Rachel Unthank and the Winterset, a very creepy folk band) and for Marcus Brigstocke, who makes my feeble attempts at sarcasm seem very amateur indeed. His rants are easily available on the web and are well worthy finding, such as this one:

I'm also off to get a hair cut. Not sure which one though, buy shoe polish, choose and air a suit and all the stuff I need to do for my sister's wedding on Saturday. I'm hoping for rain - I suspect she isn't.