This past couple of weeks I have been mostly reading top but dead adventure writer Robert Ludlum's famed books 'The Bourne Identity' and 'The Bourne Supremacy'. Partly because I haven't read any books for a dashed goodly while and also just to see what they were like - clearly the 1980 Jason Bourne wasn't going to look like Matt Damon and shoot people expertly in the middle of Waterloo station whilst being chased by secret CIA operatives who are highly-skilled in manipulating ubiquitous electronic devices. I've also not yet got to a part where Jason Bourne kills someone in the face with a hardback, but perhaps that is later than the point which I have reached.
The reason I mention all this literary consumption, dear reader, is to explain all of the funny blog post titles. As if you hadn't noticed, you keen-eyed superfan you. I love all those cheesy titles from yonder that these days only cause charity shop bookshelves to sag and smell of papery damp. The Geneva Convention. The Fire Exit. The Conspiracy Theory. The Bus Stop.
I love a good old book. Giving a sick cancerous old person who was abandoned as a puppy and needs a loving home 50p in return for a gnarled paperback with suspicious stains is but a perk of the system. When I lived in Germany there was hardly such a thing as a charity shop, you only found second hand shops in larger cities. It's almost a uniquely British thing to send all your old crap to a shop up the road where you'll go and buy someone else's old crap in aid of people you don't know. That'll be The Victorian Legacy...
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