desperance

Peppered salami. In concept, brilliant. In achievement? Not so much, at least in this instance. This is, perhaps, a cheap iteration: but putting the pepper on the outside of an inedible skin? Oh, why, salami-makers, why...?

Something else, though, I was on the very edge of telling you: oh, yes. Thanks to

lamentables, I have a whole book (Isolarion: A Different Oxford Journey by James Attlee) about the very street I grew up on, Cowley Road in Oxford. I think it's a sort of social-history-cum-cultural-critique sort of thing. I'll let you know.

But possibly not for a few days, on account of I don't expect to get too much reading done and at the moment I am mostly rereading Pratchett anyway on account of being a gloomy sod. But!

pennski and

bookzombie arrive tomorrow! I can haz peoples!