A day of drinking organic blackcurrant cordial, in a valiant effort to save the earth
Went to the St Nicholas Field recycle day today. I didn't take anything (I didn't go home between us deciding to go and us going) which I felt a bit bad about (I wanted to take some BC books!) but I gave them some money (mostly K's, admittedly: I owe you one, love) and brought away four books, was refreshed, chatted, and generally mooched around thinking the place was lovely.
It is lovely. Any one up for a picnic when I get back? (Provided it's stopped raining by then. We may have just had York's summer.)
And I am happy. I found book 6 of Spike Milligan's war memoirs (which paint a very funny and very disturbing picture of the second world war) and a book of (something like) BBC 1's book of the nation's twentieth centuries' poets' favourite poems. Anyway, it has Warning by Jenny Joseph in the first few pages, which is usually enough to make me buy a book, let alone pick it up for free. Mmm, books.
As I will not be here next time this happens (probably next year apparently) I conjure and abjure at least one of you to take some books there in my stead. You won't regret it. You might even (if you're very good) get to make a crown out of (clean and healthy) 'rubbish', complete with bell, and wear it proudly like one young lass I saw. Or talk about graphic novels vs comics, space opera, and the York Agricultural College. Or get some free furniture, or a bike, if you've got a bit of nerve. (They deliver.)
It is lovely. Any one up for a picnic when I get back? (Provided it's stopped raining by then. We may have just had York's summer.)
And I am happy. I found book 6 of Spike Milligan's war memoirs (which paint a very funny and very disturbing picture of the second world war) and a book of (something like) BBC 1's book of the nation's twentieth centuries' poets' favourite poems. Anyway, it has Warning by Jenny Joseph in the first few pages, which is usually enough to make me buy a book, let alone pick it up for free. Mmm, books.
As I will not be here next time this happens (probably next year apparently) I conjure and abjure at least one of you to take some books there in my stead. You won't regret it. You might even (if you're very good) get to make a crown out of (clean and healthy) 'rubbish', complete with bell, and wear it proudly like one young lass I saw. Or talk about graphic novels vs comics, space opera, and the York Agricultural College. Or get some free furniture, or a bike, if you've got a bit of nerve. (They deliver.)