Ah, where would we be without ’em? I have a modest collection covering many things.
I’ve got the compulsory ‘Catch 22’ and Michael Moore’s ‘Dude, Where’s My Country’, but as I sken (look, observe, usually over the shoulder, my books are behind me, sithee?) around my tiny little play space I find books that beg the question: ‘Did I really buy that?’
Alongside ‘Legend Of Speed’, the Tim Hanna story of Burt Munro’s adventures, curiously with a $12 price ticket still affixed, there’s ‘Sh*t My Dad Says’, a raucous dive into the vagaries of the stuff that old people (that’ll be me then) tend to say when confronted with things they either don’t understand or possibly don’t want to understand. Delving a bit deeper, just behind the Bill Bryson stuff,…
