I went to collect Wendy at glamorous Luton Airport.
While I was waiting (I have a habit of getting to airports far too early),
I went into the bookshop to have a look around. I could not believe
what a load of rubbish was on sale. The books were all autobiograpies
and biograpies about people of very little interest. It would seem that
it is the done thing to write books about people who have done one rather
simple thing in their lifes. It could on the other hand be me. I have
noticed that I am talking to myself lately in public,when I see
something I don't like or agree with. I am becoming Victor Meldrew.
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