Tommorow I am going to go to the London Book Fair for the first time since the year 2000 when they threw us out.
The small, neat, pram in which we were pushing our 4 month old son was considered a 'Health and Safety' issue and we were told in no uncertain terms - as around us men with worried faces wheeled sample cases up and down the aisles and a wheelchair toured the hall - that Fred and his carriage were a potential danger that could not be countenanced. Them was the rules, see, no matter that we had done the same thing with our two older children without an official murmur. And this on a Sunday afternoon, then designated Booksellers Day.
After that, we couldn't be arsed.