If you’re in the UK and you follow this link —
Or you’re in the US and you follow this link —
— and buy something, anything at all, preferably something you want, I get a tiny percentage. I’m curious to see if this will eventually add up to an actual recognisable sum of money, ever. The actual titles linked to are just suggestions, but if you haven’t had the pleasure, I highly recommend them.
Thanks for all the birthday wishes! It seems Facebook is still a better disseminator of this kind of info than Twitter, and it was rather cheering to see a bunch of anniversary greetings when I got up. It’s quite disconcerting to awaken and find oneself forty-two — rather Gregor Samsa-esque. So this helped.
Bought myself Bert I Gordon’s THE MAGIC SWORD for a present, to continue my See Reptilicus and Die mission of madness, and received from assorted friends and relatives —
Fellini! A lovely book of the maestro’s cartoons.
The Audacity of Hype, Armando Iannucci’s comic columns, collected.
Popeye Vol 4 (well, it’s been ordered).
Not a birthday present as such but still very welcome, Chuck Zigman’s magisterial two-volume biography of Jean Gabin, which he presented to me as an altogether-too-generous repayment for helping him out with a couple of stray facts. It’s a fantastically impressive doorstop of a thing, brimming with Gallic manliness.
Plus four of the newly remastered Beatles albums, which I’ve been wallowing in all day. John Lennon’s lazy nasal drawl ought to make him sound like Dean Martin with a sinus problem, but the analogy doesn’t seem to hold. Abbey Road and The Beatles (AKA The White Album) chart strange places of the mind where I like to wander, but the sheer song-after-song brilliance of Rubber Soul and Revolver wow me as ever they did, and the sky grows deeper and darker with evening in a mood of languorous contentment.