been reading The Code of The Woosters, by PG Wodehouse. Makes you wanna shout ‘I say!’ a hundred times till Stephen Fry comes down to see whas going on, nah seriously i never was into this dry shit, but this book is pretty funny in places. i can finally see. it was serendipity, for i attended anna’s belated birthday do at Cineamandco (boo hiss) last week, and there it was on the shelf. yes i nicked it i admit it, but will be taking it back…only a few weeks previous i had read some article by another writer, a contemporary one of the Ian McEwan kind – and in it he commented how he couldn’t stop laughing at the Code of the Woosters. You say you should never judge a book by its cover, but, once, i judged a book by its meaningful content…and wished i’d stayed with the cover.