Hello there. Hope you're feeling well today.
For reasons I won't bore you with by explaining yesterday (Monday) I took daughter to school. As it's a Welsh language school it's half an hour from where we live near Maesteg and thought as I was near there might as well save some time by doing the odd bit of grocery shopping in the town rather than having to go to Bridgend later.
The view from a Maesteg car park as at 8:45am on a Monday morning |
I had decided not only to go do this shopping but also to visit Maesteg Indoor Market which as I've explained in an earlier post is threatened after one hundred and thirty five years of loyal service to the community is threatened with closure by the local Labour, yes Labour council.
Most of the market wasn't yet open yet. But the book stall was left open for all to look at.
So I did |
Caitlin Moran - How To Be A Woman
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Then I saw two gold spined paperbacks of the German writer Gunter Grass. They were:
Gunter Grass - From The Diary Of A Snail |
Gunter Grass - Dog Years
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The last book I bought was this.
1130 - John Buchan - The Thirty-Nine Steps |
But.....
I remember once on Twitter that John Buchan was accused of being a bad writer who got lucky with The 39 Steps. Based on another book of his that I read can only for the moment agree. It was called Prestor John. Not only was it awful but even taking into account the attitudes of the time it was written it was stunningly racist. I read it with my left wing sensibilities and thought "something will happen to make this right". But I was incorrect. It was of the far right but completely, totally wrong.
The four books together cost £2. I left the money on the counter and walked away. Only then did a lady working in the local cafĂ© tell me that she'd look after it for the stallholder. The stalls in Maesteg indoor market working together for the general good. A sort of Socialist attitude against the heartless Labour Council. A microcosm of how the world has gone mad.
Until the next time.
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