In which I'm still not writing an essay.

I read a whole book this weekend. This would be number 3 in my list of top ten ways to NOT GET ANY WORK DONE.

It was a good book though - I picked up some Len Deighten reissues over the summer, having bought lots of them over the years from charity shops I knew what I was getting. I like World War 2 books - as wars go it was probably the most fun one in history; classic good versus evil fight, a choice of glamorous locations and the use of much exciting technology. It was quite an even fight too - no macguffins until right at the end when the Nazis were using their weird rockets and jet engines and the Americans dropped a couple of apocalyptic shitstorms on the Japs and killed loads of them. That sort of thing. WW2 was the real advent of spying and all that kind of stuff - SOE and all that. Good times.

The problem for me is that I get really caught up in a book - reading SS GB this weekend I had to remind myself that I didn't really live in German-occupied Britain and the King was in mortal danger. What can I say, I have an active imagination. I watch the news and think 'man, President Bartlett's going to kick off about this'.

Yeah, yeah, back to work.