Saturday Madness
Popped along to the Reading Frenzy sale with Ian and Jon and later on Dan (all my three-lettered friends ending in n), and a good time was had by all. I walked away with four issues of headpress, the Social Scrutiny book, a Wodehouse collection for the lovely Mr Greaves, The Spam Letters, and a book of dirty Japanese ladies.
I had intended to stay all day but the sale was smaller in scale than anticipated (though no less lovely). Perhaps partly due to the size of the venue and partly so that latecomers could still get some good stuff, and again because of people bringing books along so as to avoid the £1 entrance fee (Dan's Asimov went, he noticed) the selection remained in a near constant flux throughout. This was faintly unnerving, especially as you couldn't be quite certain as to who were librarianing and who were shopping. A blurred line I suspect. Had a lovely conversation with someone about the amount of lesbian rudeness that was on display (in the books, not the flesh), and on returning some Mexican soft porn comic books to the correct chair, was amused to see them picked up again instantly by someone else. The lady knew her mind!
Jon and Ian had other things to go to, which left Dan and I. In need of some refreshment we repaired to The Severed Head across the road (well that's what the sign depicts!) for some London Pride and a fevered thumb through our purchases. Going for a wander we also happened upon a magic shop...
...I'd been lucky enough to win a book on close-up magic at work, and in reading up on how to make various things disappear, reappear and turn into money, I began to pine for a particular magic prop. A great magician never bla bla bla, so I can't divulge, but the thought returned to me as we passed the shop. I turned on my heel and entered, with purchasing in mind. And who should be behind the counter but Scottish potty-mouth funny magicman Jerry Sadowitz. I requested my item, coughed up the money and offered awkward praise for the show I saw him do at the Riverside studios. The boyf was much impressed when I got back and disappeared a pack of sugar with my new toy.
"That's much better than all those other tricks you do," he said, the rotter.
Anyhoo, the event raised some £1575 which should be enough money to ship a child to London, I would have thought. There's a set of pics taken at the event (see if you can spot me) and my own meagre pics will be going up on Saturday.
I had intended to stay all day but the sale was smaller in scale than anticipated (though no less lovely). Perhaps partly due to the size of the venue and partly so that latecomers could still get some good stuff, and again because of people bringing books along so as to avoid the £1 entrance fee (Dan's Asimov went, he noticed) the selection remained in a near constant flux throughout. This was faintly unnerving, especially as you couldn't be quite certain as to who were librarianing and who were shopping. A blurred line I suspect. Had a lovely conversation with someone about the amount of lesbian rudeness that was on display (in the books, not the flesh), and on returning some Mexican soft porn comic books to the correct chair, was amused to see them picked up again instantly by someone else. The lady knew her mind!
Jon and Ian had other things to go to, which left Dan and I. In need of some refreshment we repaired to The Severed Head across the road (well that's what the sign depicts!) for some London Pride and a fevered thumb through our purchases. Going for a wander we also happened upon a magic shop...
...I'd been lucky enough to win a book on close-up magic at work, and in reading up on how to make various things disappear, reappear and turn into money, I began to pine for a particular magic prop. A great magician never bla bla bla, so I can't divulge, but the thought returned to me as we passed the shop. I turned on my heel and entered, with purchasing in mind. And who should be behind the counter but Scottish potty-mouth funny magicman Jerry Sadowitz. I requested my item, coughed up the money and offered awkward praise for the show I saw him do at the Riverside studios. The boyf was much impressed when I got back and disappeared a pack of sugar with my new toy.
"That's much better than all those other tricks you do," he said, the rotter.
Anyhoo, the event raised some £1575 which should be enough money to ship a child to London, I would have thought. There's a set of pics taken at the event (see if you can spot me) and my own meagre pics will be going up on Saturday.
posted by Hamilton's Brain | 12:00 pm
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Do I spot a Three Stooges book I failed to buy?
It would appear so. Unless it's the autobiography of Curly "Gummo" Weismann, the thrity-seventh Beatle. I believe I actually can remember the point at which this photo was taken...
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