The Bedside Crow

New Pamuk in.

Crow in the window.

One of many. Courtesy ofDavid. The skyline, too.

Mind you

Having said that I did employ my new shop help-mate Jo after getting to know her through a conversation about blogging.

Just now, we were at the till together when a drunk who had been trying to have a conversation with us about science fiction, farted loudly, apologized and then continued his dithering.

When he had gone and we had finished pissing ourselves, Jo said, so are you going to blog it, or am I?

Hungover.

Just a little bit; because last night I drank too much wine with my good friend Kim, who I wrote about three years ago here, when he wasn't a friend, but was just a cheeky customer. His daughter and our youngest daughter are now good friends too. Makes me wonder just how many good friends Jeff Bezos has made of his customers. And also, I am reminded of the time when I was in the pub and there were three or four tables of friends and customers all happily relaxing and I said, this is just like Facebook, only you know, somehow more real.

Sorry

We have been far too busy for me to do my homework.

Anyway, here's a picture of a shoplifter. 

Unless of course, it's Trevor from accounts, in which case, HEY TREVOR!. Why don't you sue me?

Classy.

Amaz*n extend the 12 days of Christmas. I mean, I know we're all atheists now, but is this final proof that Jeff Bezos thinks he's God?
 

Stan the window cleaner comes in with his bill.

The whole book market's gone crash ain't it, Jonathan?

Something like that Stan, I say.

I was just hearing about that big place up west, where you could get a coffee and a cake and all that.

I hand him a twenty-pound note.

But you're the exception to the rule then, Jonathan, are you?

Something like that Stan, I say.

Event: Saturday 5th December 5pm. Bob Marley the Untold Story. Chris Salewicz.

Lively up Yourself!

Join us at 5pm on December 5th, for an early Christmas drink, some music and a reading by author Chris Salewicz from his book Bob Marley the Untold Story.

Julie Myerson can just fuck off, then.

I buy all books on Amaz*n now because of the huge price difference. But I still use bookshops as places to go to first - to remind me of what's out there and to look at and touch the books.

Quoted in a sidebar to this article in today's Observer.

[And I say that as someone who has both personally sold her plenty of books in the past, and also, sold plenty of her books in the past - in the past,  being the significant part of that sentence.]

So that's the week's profits right there, then.

Bugger. Left the fan heater on overnight. Lovely and toasty warm, but it must have cost a couple of quid.