Bad things this week
Still largely on my own in the stockroom – the new boss has returned from his holiday and is now bothering his arse about interviewing for a replacement at the end of this week. Which will be THREE weeks since Kerry left and rather longer if you factor in her notice period before this, which, as usual, our management singularly failed to take advantage of. Am I just being silly or isn’t the idea of giving notice to quit so the company can arrange a replacement in time.
Overloaded with massive deliveries – 202 in one delivery alone Monday morning. Thankfully one colleague gave me a hand with getting it in to the store, unlike Friday when I had nearly 100 to drag in by myself. Add in drunken Ned scum in the upstairs hovel of a bar directly across the lane from our delivery door shouting abuse and hurling things at us in the morning and the fact it was pissing down with rain and you have a great fucking Monday start to the week. So many items to be moved and sorted (three full lift-loads and counting today and there’s still more in the loading bay) by the time I sorted through a couple of hundred and matched them to the right numbers it was bloody lunchtime! Honestly, I didn’t actually open a single parcel and receive a single book until after lunch – half the day lost in simply lugging the deliveries down to the stockroom then sorting and matching them.
Reading in the news that twenty years after Live Aid there are now more people in
Finished the fabulous children’s fantasy Wolf Brother just in time to go and meet the author Michelle Paver at the launch in the Scottish Book Trust on the High Street, close to John Knox’s house (he would most certainly have not approved of a woman being the centre of attention being the chauvinistic old git that he was). Michelle was charming and has had some great adventures of her own, including facing down a bear in
Full moon over the city – walking back up the historic Royal Mile, past ancient buildings on a cool autumnal evening after the Wolf Brother gig, turning and seeing a gorgeous full moon hanging in a deep blue sky, shining over the nocturnal slumberings of the
Seeing my parents who were through for a visit after coming back from their holidays. Plenty of hugs and the Red Cross Food Parcel (visiting parents always bring the best grub!). Doesn’t matter what age you are, there’s little better in this world than getting a huge, long hug from your parents.
Finished Mark ‘League of Gentlemen’ Gattis’ forthcoming novel The Vesuvius Club. The tale of Mister Lucifer Box, Esquire, an Edwardian dandy, rake and secretly His Majesty’s top intelligence agent, foiling dastardly foreign devils bent on anarchy and overthrowing the Empire while enjoying the company of young ladies (and occasional boys – well he is a Bohemian). Very funny stuff, written in a pseudo-Victorian Boy’s Own style. And just in time my chum from
We have a special exclusive slipcase edition at Waterstone’s and we’ve had umpteen emails from
Watching Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow at the weekend (I find it hard to say it without the Futurama pronunciation on ‘world of tomorrow’). Very silly film indeed with minimal story and little attempt at characterisation, but boy does it look wonderful! And besides the 40s serials they mimic so well often had pretty simplistic narratives and characters but I still love those too. For every kid who ever watched the early morning repeats of Flash