Over the weekend one of my fondest friends who does not actually exist outside my imagination let alone in the real world (the outdoors as some of you may well be acquainted with) thoughtfully suggested that I turn of the farking mac and go for an amble in the park with or without geese (he never actually mantioned geese but IHOMO a park is not a park without geese - even them big black ones that folks call crows) and to read a pulp fiction or less heavy type of book ... how he knows what books I actually possess I have yet to figure out but the binoculars do reflect somethings in my veranda doors...
Anyhows not having said book I just carried on as normal and headed straight to the liquor store neither passing crow or collecting $200...
Fast forward to this fair day and the postlady rang... a parcel pour moi... and cosmic wavelengths and all that a.n.other friend, a real live living and breathing one, had decided to send me a tome of pulp for my perusal.
Spooky how things work out... and a thank you to the weather for the drop in humidity...
Mehappy day.
I will review said pulp fiction - funnily enough I was reading about it last week - maybe a review in Sundays yomouri... not read a fluffy book in years unless you call Metaphysics fluffy... like I do, seriously. Thoroughly recommended if you wish to think that way... anyhows...
'The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo' authored by Stieg Larsson...
http://entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/t....icle4587806.ece
Great read.