e-reading: This Time it’s Personal

I was determined to master my Reader by Christmas as I have all but ignored it since last Christmas. I dutifully downloaded Under the Dome by Stephen King and Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel last Boxing Day but I didn’t get to Stephen until last month. (We will never speak of the Ruination of Stephen King by Samantha Kelly. Never) I have always suspected the main problem for me was the size of the screen of my pocket edition; as is so often the case in life, 5″ is simply not enough. Even by selecting the smallest text I was … Continue reading e-reading: This Time it’s Personal

You know who you are

To the driver who drove the wrong way around a very busy multi-storey car park in order to score a space before the drivers in front of him: I have never managed to work out whether you and your brethren are supremely arrogant or supremely stupid: which is it? Do tell. Are the big yellow arrows painted on the ground irrelevant or perplexing to you? Is following the car in front when in doubt simply too much to hope from you? Whatever your reasoning, you should know I have coated my bedroom in goat’s blood so I can visit a … Continue reading You know who you are